The Distant Temple

added blog Literature

2026-08-25 03:00:13 -

Act I "Can you truly say you are pure when your stomach screams for the rich?" the elder priest asked, his voice carrying over the clatter of cutlery in the village hall. Renate Kessler, twelve years old and hollowed out by weeks of skipped meals, sat at the feast table with her hands folded so tightly her knuckles turned white. The air was heavy with roasted pork and the heat shimmer of the...

0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews