The Distant Temple
The year was 1342, and the stone boundary of Oakhaven did not merely separate the village from the wild; it judged it. Elara stood before the jagged line of ancient granite, her fingers trembling not from the November chill, but from the weight of the parchment clutched in her left hand. It was her mother’s final letter, written in a hand so cramped and erratic it looked less like script and...
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