The Distant Temple

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The feast is a wound that will not close, a sprawling, rotting thing of meat and wine and loud, grinning faces that fill the hall until the air itself feels heavy and wet with their breath. You sit at the edge, near the drafty window where the stone is cold enough to burn your cheek, and you watch them chew, the rhythmic, wet sound of their jaws working through the day’s labor, and you feel a...

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