The Distant Temple

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The train cuts through the gray morning, a steel snake shedding the mist of the industrial valley. You sit in the corner of the second-class car, your uniform pressed and clean, the brass buttons catching the dull light from the window. Your hands are folded in your lap, still as stone, but inside, a low hum vibrates in your chest, a frequency only you can hear. It is the sound of the machine...

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