The Distant Temple

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The mud on the ramparts was slick with blood and rain, a black slurry that sucked at my boots with a wet, reluctant pull as I watched the outer wall crumble under the weight of the battering ram, a rhythmic thundering that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones. I am Captain Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, and I have spent the last twenty of those years sharpening my steel for a king...

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