The Distant Temple

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The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed down from the sky, a cold, heavy hand against the slate roof of the Citadel courtyard. You stood there, Elias Thorne, forty-two years old and wearing the weight of twenty in your bones, the ceremonial silver cloak draped over your shoulders like a shroud. The fabric shimmered, not with the wetness of the storm, but with a faint, internal...

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