The Distant Temple

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2026-08-20 00:13:04 -

The lily was broken. That was the first thing I saw when I climbed the ridge, and it felt like a personal insult. A white stem, snapped clean, lay in the mud. The petals were scattered like shrapnel. I kicked the dirt. It was wet. It was cold. I was wet. I was cold. I had walked for three days. My boots were ruined. The leather was soft and rotting. I looked down at my hands. They were...

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