The Distant Temple

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The feast was a spectacle of gold leaf and rot, the air thick with the scent of roasted boar and expensive perfume. You sat in the stocks, your wrists swollen and purple, while the High Court of Aethelgard dined three paces away. They ate with the casual indifference of men who believed themselves gods, their laughter sharp and brittle against the stone walls. You wanted only the pension that...

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