The Distant Temple

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The iron studs of Elias Thorne’s coat bit into his ribs before the sun had fully cleared the fog of Oakhaven. He stood on the cobbles of the square, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the sudden, crushing weight of the garment. It was a constable’s coat, heavy wool bound in dark metal, meant to signify authority. To the townsfolk, it was a badge of honor, a symbol of order in a town...

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