The Distant Temple

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The obsidian mirror was heavy, a slab of black glass that dragged against Elias Thorne’s palms like wet stone. It had been in his family for three generations, passed down with a warning to never look into it when the blood was high. Elias gripped the edges, his knuckles white, as he marched through the mist-shrouded court of King Aldric. The year was 1042, and the air tasted of iron and rot....

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