The Distant Temple

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The dream was always the same, a recurring fever in the mind of Elias Thorne. He stood in a field of white lilies so vast and dense it swallowed the horizon, the petals trembling in a wind that did not exist in the waking world. The scent was cloying, sweet, and rotten all at once, a perfume of decay masked by purity. In the dream, his mother’s hand rested on his shoulder, heavy and cold,...

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