The Distant Temple

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The hall smelled of roasting swan and old stone. The chandeliers, heavy with unlit candles, cast a gloom that felt less like shadow and more like a physical weight. Elias Thorne stood by the edge of the banquet table, his hands clasped behind his back. He was a man of few words, but his silence had a texture. It was the silence of a craftsman who knows the grain of wood better than the pulse of...

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