The Distant Temple
The mist did not merely settle over the valley of Oakhaven; it descended with the deliberate, crushing weight of a verdict, erasing the horizon line until the world seemed to consist only of the immediate, suffocating breath of the earth and the cold, damp iron of the old surveying chains that Marguerite Vane clutched in her trembling hands, her fingers white-knuckled against the rusted links...
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