The Distant Temple

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The rain had stopped, leaving the air in the station’s waiting room thick with the scent of wet wool and stale coffee. I sat on the bench, my uniform pressed into the fibers of the seat, the insignia of my rank catching the dim, fluorescent hum of the overhead lights. It was late. The kind of late where the world outside feels suspended, held in a breath that never quite releases. I was waiting...

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