The Distant Temple

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The hammer head was cold, a block of iron that felt heavier than its weight should allow, and Elias held it with hands that had begun to shake not from age, but from the sheer, grinding effort of the night. He stood in the center of the foundry, the air thick with the scent of sulfur and wet stone, staring at the mold where the bronze had failed to fill. The metal had pooled in the bottom, a...

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