The Distant Temple

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The hall of the Guild of Antiquities was thick with the scent of beeswax and old paper, a heavy, cloying atmosphere that pressed against your skin like a wet wool blanket. You sat at the long oak table, your hands folded tightly over a silver key, the metal cold and unyielding beneath your fingers. The key was the object of your obsession, the artifact that had consumed your waking hours and...

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