The Distant Temple

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2026-08-20 02:17:02 -

The mist in the valley of Oakhaven did not rise; it exhaled. It was a thick, grey breath that tasted of iron and old stone, curling around the ankles of the dead and the living alike. I walked the perimeter of the cemetery for the forty-seventh time that morning, my boots sinking into the soft earth as if the ground were trying to swallow me whole. I am a man who finds comfort in the precise....

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