The Distant Temple

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The red thread was cold in my hands, stiff as a wire, and it smelled of copper and old blood, a scent that clung to the wool of my tunic even after I had scrubbed my fingers raw with lye. I am Aldric, High Warden of the Obsidian Court, and I have held this thread for three days without sleep, staring at the way it bleeds into the white silk of Elara’s ceremonial gown, a stain that no alchemist...

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