The Distant Temple

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The stone of the Keep did not breathe, yet it sweated with a cold, ancient dampness that clung to the skin like a second, heavier soul. Sir Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of the vaulted chamber, the air thick with the scent of wet moss and old iron, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had not tasted blood in three centuries. He was not a man of the world, nor of the church, but...

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