The Distant Temple

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2026-08-21 20:50:57 -

The rain did not fall; it hung. A grey curtain, thick with the scent of wet ash and old stone. Elias stood in the center of the atrium, his hands clasped behind his back, fingers interlaced until the knuckles turned the color of bone. He was a man who dealt in silence, a broker of quiet trades, a craftsman of the invisible. His workshop had been a ruin for years, stripped bare by the debt...

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