The Distant Temple
The rain fell in sheets, gray and relentless, washing the mud off the carriage wheels as they crested the final hill. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the window, his back rigid. He watched the house emerge from the mist. It was a large structure, stone and timber, squatting against the treeline like a brooding beast. The destination of his order. The source of the anomaly. Inside the carriage,...
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