The Distant Temple

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2026-08-20 10:21:57 -

The hand was gone. Not cut off. Not broken. Just gone. Silas woke in the dark. The air was thick. It smelled of damp wool and old iron. He opened his eyes. The ceiling was low. It was made of blackened oak. He looked down at his wrist. The sleeve hung loose. The cuff was empty. He did not scream. He did not cry. He simply felt the weight of the absence. "Silas." The voice was rough. It came...

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