The Distant Temple

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2026-08-22 03:03:07 -

The fog rolled in from the river. It tasted of iron. And rot. Elias Vane stood at the perimeter. His boots sank into the mud. The soil was black. Wet. Alive. He adjusted his scope. The lens was cracked. A spiderweb fracture across the center. He did not care. He could still see. He had always seen. Behind him, the town slept. Or feigned sleep. The houses were silent. Brick and timber. Stone and...

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