The Distant Temple

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The dream is always the same. You are standing in a cathedral of iron and glass, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old blood. Your hands are bound by straps of woven steel, tight against your wrists, chafing the skin raw. You try to pull, to break the tether, but the metal holds with a stubbornness that feels less like physics and more like judgment. In the center of the nave, a figure...

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