The Distant Temple

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The rain in Aethelgard did not fall so much as it hung, a fine gray mist that settled into the pores of the skin and the cracks of the stone. I walked the wet cobbles, my boots heavy with the silt of the city. In my hand, I held the brass key. It was cold. It was worn. The teeth were filed down to smooth, blunt nubs by centuries of use. I had spent three years in the archive, tracing its...

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