The Distant Temple

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The rain was cold. It bit. It did not care for us. I walked. My boots were wet. The mud was deep. It sucked at my heels. I felt heavy. The weight was in my chest. It was a stone. A cold, gray stone. I had been looking for a door. A red door. It was not here. It was never here. I am a finder. That is my name. I find things. Small things. Lost rings. Broken keys. The truth is a small thing. It...

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