The Distant Temple

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The dream began with the smell of ozone and wet wool, a scent that clung to the inside of the nose like a persistent ghost. Thomas Waverly stood in the center of a vast, circular chamber that should not have existed, yet did, humming with a low, subsonic vibration that he felt in his teeth rather than heard with his ears. The air was thick, pressurized, carrying the metallic tang of impending...

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