The Distant Temple

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2026-08-19 16:42:22 -

You dream of teeth. Not your teeth. Or maybe they are. It is hard to tell in the gray fog that hangs over the basement of the Institute. You count them. One, two, three. The enamel is cracked. The roots are black. You spit. The saliva hits the concrete floor with a wet slap. You wake up. The clock on the wall reads 04:00. The blue light is still on. Your hands are shaking. You look at them....

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