The Distant Temple

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The fog in Oria did not drift; it pulsed. Elias, a junior scribe of twelve years, pressed his hand against the cold, damp wall of the alley, feeling the stone shudder beneath his palm. It was a slow, rhythmic contraction, a deep red light flickering within the mortar like blood rushing through a vein. His wife, Margaret, lay in their small room above the chandler’s shop, her chest heaving with...

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