The Distant Temple

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The decree arrived not with the weight of divine judgment, but with the brittle, dry sound of parchment sliding across a oak table, a piece of paper that carried the finality of a coffin lid closing. Elara, her hands stained with the iron-gall ink that had seeped into her cuticles over twelve years of service, looked up from the half-finished psalm to find Abbot Whitmore standing in the doorway...

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