The Distant Temple

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2026-08-18 08:24:26 -

The ice did not melt so much as it surrendered, a slow, weeping dissolution that turned the frozen lake into a grey, breathing membrane where the water beneath was so cold it seemed to burn the air before it touched the skin. I stood at the edge, where the sleet had packed the mud into a crust that cracked under my boots, watching the surface shift and ripple with a kind of organic, malicious...

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