The Distant Temple

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The wine was dark as a bruise, and it pooled in the clay cups until the liquid overflowed, staining the hems of our linen tunics with a sticky, wine-dark truth that none of us wished to acknowledge until the silence became too heavy to bear. We sat in the great hall of the estate, the air thick with the scent of roasting lamb and the metallic tang of old blood, for I had returned to the village...

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