The Distant Temple
The leather of the gauntlet cracked as Aldric pulled it off. It was a small sound, dry and sharp, like a twig snapping under a boot. He placed the glove on the stone table, the bone-white knuckles of the ceremonial armor now exposed to the cold air of the barracks. His hand trembled. It had been trembling for three days, a fine, persistent vibration that made the sword hilt feel slippery in his...
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