The Distant Temple

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The watchman’s call echoed down the cobbled lane, sharp and thin in the biting cold. Thomas. Get up, Thomas. The dream was gone, as it always was, leaving only the scent of wet stone and the heavy, metallic taste of fear in his mouth. He sat on the edge of his straw pallet, his joints popping like dry twigs. Thirty-two years old, and his body felt like a cart wheel with too many spokes. He...

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