The Distant Temple

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The rusted ceremonial sash lay coiled in Elias Thorne’s palm, its fabric stiff with decades of neglect and the faint, metallic tang of old blood that no amount of scrubbing could fully erase. He was fifty years old, a man whose joints had begun to ache with the particular, grinding stiffness of a machine left too long in the rain, and he stood alone in the cramped, soot-stained apartment he...

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