The Distant Temple

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The seal on the parchment was not red wax, but a sliver of obsidian, cold to the touch and humming with a frequency that seemed to bypass the ear and vibrate directly against the spine. Elara held it in her gloved hands, the leather creaking softly in the silence of the archive, a room that smelled of dust, old ink, and the faint, metallic tang of forbidden magic. She was twenty-three, an...

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