The Distant Temple

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2026-08-19 14:34:18 -

The rain in the grey city does not fall; it drifts, a persistent, damp static that settles into the marrow of your bones and refuses to leave. You are walking, or perhaps you are being carried, for the distinction has blurred over the long miles of the journey. Your legs are heavy, weighted by a leaden fatigue that is not merely physical but existential, a tiredness that predates this current...

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