The Distant Temple

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The wind off the moors did not whisper. It screamed. It tore at the wool of his cloak and bit into the raw skin of his neck. Elias stood at the edge of the cliff, watching the last of his men descend into the valley below. They were gone. Disbanded. Sent home to villages that had burned or starved. He was the last one standing. The sun was setting, a bruised purple smear against the gray sky,...

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