The Distant Temple
The rain had been falling for eleven days when Agatha found the temple. It rose from the marshland like a memory half-remembered—grey stone steps climbing into mist, the silhouette of a dome dissolving into cloud. She stood at the edge of the floodwater, her boots sinking into peat that had swallowed centuries, and felt something in her chest uncoil with a force that startled her. This was not...
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