The Distant Temple

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2026-08-19 21:48:30 -

Wren sat in the dark. The room was small. It smelled of damp wool and old stone. He did not breathe. He waited. Outside, the wind howled. It sounded like a scream. It sounded like a curse. Wren was not a man of magic. He was a man of ink and paper. He had come from the south. He had come with his father’s map. The map was a lie. Or so he thought. He thought he was the intruder. He thought he...

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