The Distant Temple

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You stand before the High Table, the wood so polished it reflects the ceiling frescoes like a dark, inverted lake, and in that reflection, you do not see your own face, but the face of the man you were ten years ago, younger, sharper, with eyes that had not yet learned the weight of silence. The air in the Chamber of Judgement is stale, thick with the scent of beeswax and old iron, a...

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