The Distant Temple

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The letter was wax. Red. It smelled of old blood and iron. Elias held it up to the window light. The seal was a lion. The lion was weeping. He did not open it. Not yet. Outside, the town of Oakhaven slept under a blanket of grey snow. The church bells tolled six. Then seven. The sound was heavy, like stones dropped into a well. Elias was the last one. The only one left. The others had gone. Or...

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