The Distant Temple

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The hand moved in the dark, fingers tracing the rough, damp moss that clung to the stone wall, seeking a purchase that the cold refused to give. Elias Thorne woke with a gasp, the dream of the crumbling temple still clinging to his mind like wet wool, the scent of rot and old incense filling his nostrils before his eyes adjusted to the gloom of the Iron Keep’s lower cell. He was thirty-two, a...

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