The Distant Temple

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You are the thief. You are the ghost in the walls. The house is breathing. It smells of damp stone and old blood. Your hands shake. Not from cold. From hunger. From the weight of the years you have stolen. You are Elias. You are forty. You are no one. You wear a coat that fits no season. It hangs on your shoulders like a shroud. Inside, your pocket holds a map. It is torn. It is stained with...

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