The Distant Temple
The vial shatters on the floorboards with a sound like a bone breaking, and I watch the liquid spill out, glowing a sickly, heavy yellow that stains the dark wood. It is not an accident. Lord Blackwood’s men do not kill me; they simply bind my hands with rough rope and gag my mouth with a wad of wet cloth, leaving me to watch the glass fragments scatter in the gloom. They drop the empty vial in...
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