The Distant Temple

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The mist in Oakhaven did not merely obscure the cobblestones; it inhabited them, a thick, damp gray that tasted of iron and rot. Elias Thorne, the Guild’s archivist, stood before the Magistrate’s desk, his fingers pressed flat against the cold oak to keep them from trembling. He was thirty years old, a man of quiet habits and dusty hands, and he had come to clear his name from the ledger of...

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