The Distant Temple

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The ink in your finger is black and wet, a cold weight against the parchment that does not dry. You are Elias, twelve years old, and your hands shake not from fear but from the sheer, suffocating effort of holding the quill steady. The archive of the Temple of Oria smells of dust and dried lilies, a scent that seems to thicken the air around your lungs. You are here to copy the Boundary Map, a...

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