The Distant Temple

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The parchment lay on the oak table, the ink still wet and glistening like a fresh wound, bearing the seal of the City Council and the name of Elias Thorne. It was a summons, not for trial, but for inspection, a bureaucratic instrument of control that smelled of vinegar and old fear. Elias picked it up, his fingers trembling not from cold, but from the sudden, violent silence that had fallen...

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