The Distant Temple

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The dream tasted of iron and old bread. Miles stood in the courtyard. The walls were high, white, and stained with the grey lichen of centuries. He held a loaf of black rye in his hands. It was heavy. It was warm. It was the only thing in the world that felt solid. Around him, the other warders moved in slow, silent circles. They wore the brown tunics of the Order. They carried no weapons. They...

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