The Distant Temple

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2026-08-17 11:30:15 -

The roof gave way at dawn. It was not a storm. It was a surrender. The timber beams, black with age and heavy with the weight of unseen things, simply let go. Dust plumed into the air like a silent explosion. You watched from the safety of the lower hall. You were a clerk. Your hands were stained with ink. Your eyes were dry. Your mother stood in the center of the collapsing room. She did not...

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