The Distant Temple

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The hand was dry. It hung in the air of the small, damp office, a pale thing against the gray curtain. Elias stared at it. He had seen it before, in the margins of his ledger, in the corner of his eye while pouring tea. But never this clearly. Never this close. "It’s just a metaphor," he said. His voice sounded thin in the room. The clock on the wall ticked. Tick. Tick. A mechanical heartbeat....

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