The Distant Temple

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The rain in the valley of Oakhaven had not stopped for three days, a grey, ceaseless weeping that turned the cobblestones into slick mirrors of the slate sky. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the gate of the old chapel, his leather armor heavy and damp against his shoulders, the iron insignia of the King’s Guard etched into his chest plate now tarnished by the mist. He was not there to pray. He was...

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