The Distant Temple

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2026-08-23 21:19:42 -

The ledger was heavy, not with paper, but with the weight of my father’s name. I had carried it for three days, from the border posts where the mist clings to the boots, to the capital where the air smells of wet wool and old stone. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a border warden of the Northern Reach. I wanted only to clear my name. The High Court sat in the center of the city, a...

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