The Distant Temple

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2026-08-21 19:08:31 -

The rain tasted of iron. It slicked the cobblestones of the old town, turning the grey morning into a mirror of our own decay. I walked. My hand was numb. Not cold. Dead. I looked at it. The fingers were stiff. The knuckles swollen like oak roots. I was leaving. I had to leave. The castle loomed ahead. A beast of stone and shadow. The gates were open. They always were. Waiting for blood....

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