The Distant Temple

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I woke with the taste of copper and old stone on my tongue, the dream still clinging to me like wet wool. In the dream, I was standing at the edge of a chasm, holding a lantern that did not burn but instead absorbed the light around it, leaving me in a perfect, terrifying clarity. I knew, with a certainty that bypassed reason, that the lantern was not a tool but a boundary. It was the thing...

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