The Distant Temple

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The feast was loud. It smelled of roasted pork, stale ale, and the damp wool of too many bodies packed into the great hall of the manor. I stood by the hearth, holding a cup of wine that had turned to vinegar in my hand. The firelight danced, but it only made the shadows deeper. I watched them eat. I watched them laugh. They were fat and happy and blind. I am a thief. I am a liar. I am the...

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