The Distant Temple

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The iron gates of the mill town of Oakhaven do not rust so much as they bleed, a slow, oxidized weeping that stains the cobblestones a deep, arterial brown, and you stand before them now, your breath pluming in the cold air, feeling the weight of the ledger in your pocket like a stone that has grown cold against your skin. You are not a man of this place, nor have you ever been, yet the town...

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