The Distant Temple
The first loaf was cut at precisely noon, the ceremonial knife gliding through the dense, golden crust with a sound like a bone snapping under a boot. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the long mahogany table, counting the pieces in his head as the High Council members lifted their forks. One for the Chair, one for the Vice-Chair, one for the three senior judges, and one for the guest of honor,...
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