The Distant Temple

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The fog did not roll into Oakhaven so much as it seeped up from the cobblestones, a cold, damp breath that smelled of wet wool and rotting straw, settling over the village square with the weight of a burial shroud. Elias Thorne stood before the desk of Magistrate Alder, a man whose face was as fixed and unyielding as the stone lintel above the door, and waited for the paper to be stamped. Elias...

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