The Distant Temple

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2026-08-18 15:44:13 -

I woke up with the taste of copper and old rain on my tongue. The dream was still clinging to me, a wet sheet I couldn’t shake. In the dream, the glass was perfect. Infinite. A pane of clear, cold nothing that stretched from horizon to horizon. I stood on the other side, looking in. I was wearing a suit I had never owned. My hands were clean. My face was smooth. No scars. No lines. Just a man....

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