The Distant Temple
The bell tower did not ring. It screamed. A jagged, metallic shriek that tore through the thin air of the highland keep, vibrating in my teeth, in the marrow of my bones. I woke with a gasp, my hand already reaching for the sword hilt at my side. It was there. Cold steel. Reliable. The only truth I had left. I am Sir Alistair Thorne. I am the warden of the north. I am bound by chains that do...
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