The Distant Temple

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2026-08-17 11:41:37 -

The fog rolls in at dawn. It tastes of salt and rust. You walk the pier. The wood is slick. Your boots slip. You grip the railing. The iron bites your palm. You are here. You are always here. The city behind you is a blur of grey shapes. It does not matter. What matters is the water. It is black. It is deep. It knows your name. It has always known your name. You are Elias. You were Thomas. You...

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