The Distant Temple

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2026-08-19 03:14:35 -

The alarm does not ring. It hums. A low, subsonic thrum that you feel in the marrow of your tibia before your ears register the frequency. You open your eyes. The ceiling is white. Sterile. Seamless. You are lying on a bed that is not a bed. It is a tray. A flat, heated slab of polymer designed to hold your shape, to keep your muscles from atrophying, to keep you compliant. You sit up. The...

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