The Distant Temple

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2026-08-24 00:26:48 -

The mortar was heavy, a slab of black basalt that felt less like a tool and more like a tumor in my hands as I ground the final batch of Lazarus Bitter, the tincture that cures the plague but tastes of rotting meat and old iron. The damp cellar of the Abbey smelled of wet stone and the sweet, cloying scent of decomposing flesh, a smell that had become so familiar it no longer registered as an...

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