The Distant Temple
The road was wet. Mud sucked at my boots. I walked. The sky was grey. I carried the book. It was heavy. Leather bound. Old. I am a scholar. I study texts. I read them. I understand them. I think. I write. I am small. The world is big. The castle is there. Black stone. Towers high. They look down. They judge. I am going up. My legs hurt. My back aches. I must go. I must show them. The book is...
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