The Distant Temple

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2026-08-18 10:05:52 -

The dream began with a smell. Rot. Sweet, cloying decay. I woke before I could find the source. My breath hung in the air, thick as wool. The window was shut. The glass was dirty. Outside, the mill roared. It always roared. It was the heartbeat of our town. A mechanical lung. I am eleven years old. My name is Arthur. I am a boy. I am alone. I am not alone. I am watched. The room is small. The...

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