The Distant Temple

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The ink was still wet on the parchment when my hand began to tremble, a fine, rhythmic shiver that matched the low thrumming in the base of my skull. I am Elias, a scribe of Oakhaven, and I am writing this to record the days before the silence took me. It is the fourteenth of October, three years after the theft, and the air in my study feels thick, as if the walls are pressing in to listen. I...

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