The Distant Temple
The order for the demolition of the Temple of Echoes was written in ink that smelled of iron and old rain, a document that weighed exactly three ounces in Thorne’s hand as he counted the hours remaining until the dynamite crews arrived. He had been in Ostra for six weeks, a duration measured not in days but in the specific, grinding friction of his boots against the cobblestones, each step a...
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