The Distant Temple
The road to the Palace was a ribbon of red clay, slick with rain that had not ceased for three days. Elias walked it with the heavy, dragging step of a man carrying a stone inside his chest. He was not a man, strictly speaking, nor was he a beast. He was something in between, a thing of shadow and wet fur, shaped by the old magic that had been banned from the books two centuries ago. To the...
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