The Distant Temple

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The sap is red. It beads on the bark like wet blood, dripping into the dust of the courtyard. You are Elias. You are forty-two. You are the warden of this sealed stone monastery, and you are afraid of the tree. The oak stands in the center of the yard. It is old. Older than the walls. Older than the name you gave it, which is no name at all. It is just the Tree. The rule is simple. If a lie is...

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