The Distant Temple

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The hand of Captain Elias Thorne, stiff with the cold, gripped the hilt of his sword until the leather creaked, the knuckles white against the dark, oiled steel. He stood before the High Council of Oakhaven, the stone hall echoing with the wet coughs of the elders and the scratch of quills on parchment, the air thick with the smell of damp wool and old fear. He wanted only one thing: the...

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