The Distant Temple

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The dream began, as it always did, with the smell of wet slate and the distant, rhythmic thumping of a heart that was not his own. Arthur Penhaligon stood in the center of the Archive, a vast, circular room that existed in no map of the city, yet which he knew with the bone-deep certainty of a man who has lived his entire life in the shadow of a door that should not open. The walls were lined...

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