The Distant Temple

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2026-08-20 08:03:23 -

The fever broke at dawn, leaving me with a tongue that tasted of copper and ash, and a hands that had forgotten how to hold a spoon. I was alone in the cellar of the old tannery, the air thick with the smell of wet hide and decay, while above me the city of Oakhaven groaned under the weight of a winter that refused to end. My brother, Silas, had carried me here three days prior, his face a mask...

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