The Distant Temple

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2026-08-18 02:22:50 -

The pill was blue. It sat on the table. Margaret looked at it. She did not move. The room was white. The light was flat. She pressed her hand down. The skin was cold. She was alone. She had been alone for days. Or maybe hours. Time was a loop. She opened her mouth. The air tasted of dust. She swallowed. The pill was a promise. A promise to stop. A promise to be free. She closed her eyes. The...

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