The Distant Temple
The iron lantern in Sergeant Elias Thorne’s hand was not merely a tool of illumination but a weight, a dense, rusted anchor of his family’s history that hummed with a low, resonant frequency only he could hear, a vibration that seemed to seep into his marrow and synchronize with the beating of his own heart as he stood on the soot-stained steps of the barracks in Oakhaven, the city’s grimy...
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