The Distant Temple

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2026-08-25 14:11:04 -

The wind did not blow; it spoke. It rasped against the frozen crust of the steppe in the voice of my father, a sound so familiar it made my teeth ache. I pulled the collar of his coat higher, the wool scratchy and thick against my throat, and pushed forward into the white void. I was Elias Thorne, border warden, and I was forty-two years old, but the cold had stripped the years from my face,...

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