The Distant Temple
The accusation came not as a whisper but as a roar, the High Priest Aldous slamming his staff against the marble floor of the Grand Hall, the sound cracking through the silence like a bone breaking. Elias stood frozen, his fingers still stained with the amber residue of the honey cake he had been eating, the sweet, cloying scent of it now a tangible barrier between his skin and the cold air of...
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