The Distant Temple
The fog in Oakhaven does not roll in; it sits, heavy and wet, pressing against the glass of the warden’s cottage like a living thing. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, and your pension is three years away, a number that has become the only anchor in a life drifting through gray. You want to catch the Ghost of the North, a phantom thief who steals only memories, and in doing so, secure your place...
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