The Distant Temple
The stone breathes. You feel it in the damp chill of the tribunal, a low vibration against the soles of your boots as you stand before the High Council. You are Elias, forty-two, a junior inquisitor of St. Jude’s, and you have come to save your mother. She is dying in the cell below, her lungs rattling with the wet rattle of consumption, imprisoned for "heretical whispers" that the Council...
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