The Distant Temple

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The dream was always the same: a temple of white stone, cold and echoing, where a figure of smoke and bone sat at a table, pushing a bowl of black broth toward Aldric with a hand that had no fingers. He would eat, and the taste would be iron and ash, and when he opened his eyes, the smell of the infirmary’s damp wool blankets would cling to his skin. It was the year 1342, and Sir Aldric, a...

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