The Distant Temple
14th of October, 1893. The ink is still wet on this page, and my left hand, the one that has not moved since the fever, is bleeding onto the parchment. I am Elias Thorne, and I am here to map the Temple of Silence, not to mourn, but to prove. My brother Julian did not take his own life in the storm three years ago; he was murdered by Lord Vane, the magistrate of Oakhaven, who traded my...
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