The Distant Temple

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The air in the Great Hall of the Guild of Iron and Ash tasted of rust and old sweat, a metallic tang that coated the back of Silas Vane’s throat as he stood before the tribunal, his hands bound not by rope but by the sheer, crushing weight of their judgment. He was a master smith, a man whose hands could coax a blade from the heart of a meteorite, yet here he stood, stripped of his tools, his...

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