The Distant Temple
The dust of the road had settled into a fine grey powder that coated our boots and the rims of our cart wheels, a silent witness to the long and weary journey that had brought us from the distant cities to the edge of the village of Oakhaven, where the air smelled of wet earth and impending rain. We traveled together, my brother Thomas and I, bound by a duty that felt heavier than the iron...
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