The Distant Temple

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You stand in the center of the Hall of Records, the air thick with the smell of damp wool and old parchment, your body no longer entirely your own but a shifting, fluid thing that presses against the seams of the grey wool coat you have been forced to wear, a garment that has ceased to be mere fabric and has become a second skin, a prison, a skin of its own that breathes with you and weeps when...

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