The Distant Temple

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You wake to the taste of copper and rain. The air is thick, wet with the rot of autumn leaves and the damp chill of the river that cuts through Millhaven like a grey knife. You are here to serve the law, or so the badge on your chest claims. But the badge feels heavy, a cold weight against your ribs, pressing into the flesh. It is a symbol of order in a town that has forgotten how to breathe....

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