The Distant Temple

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2026-08-19 03:02:40 -

The air in the Ministry of Internal Stability smelled of ozone and stale coffee. It was a sterile scent, designed to suppress organic impulses. Julian Vance sat at the head of the obsidian table. His fingers trembled. The tremor was microscopic, a high-frequency vibration in the bone structure of the hand. He watched the dust motes dance in the shaft of light that pierced the heavy curtains....

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