The Distant Temple
The iron gate shrieked, a sound like a dying animal tearing through the heavy silence of the cathedral, as I slammed my body against the cold, unyielding bars, my claws scraping sparks into the darkness, while the voices of the Inquisitors, muffled yet sharp as broken glass, echoed from the other side, chanting their litany of condemnation with a rhythm that felt less like prayer and more like...
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