The Distant Temple

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The fog rolled in from the river, thick and gray, smelling of wet stone and old iron, and Sergeant Elias Thorne stood on the battlements of the Citadel, watching the black specks of the Whispering Moss creep across the skin of his left wrist, a slow, itchy bloom that he tried to hide beneath the leather of his gauntlet. He wanted the promotion to Captain more than he wanted breath, a desire so...

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