The Distant Temple

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The rain hit the cobblestones like a handful of gravel. Silas Vance dropped his sword. It clattered against the wet flagstones, a sound too loud, too sharp. He did not look at it. He looked at his left hand. It was trembling. Not from cold. The air was thick, humid, smelling of wet wool and stale wine. It trembled because the bone was gone. Or rather, the bone was wrong. It had shifted. A...

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