The Distant Temple

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2026-08-19 16:51:31 -

He dreamed of stone. Not the rough granite of the quarry. Not the soft chalk of the cliff. But the cold, unyielding marble of a throne. It pressed against his back. It bit into his skin. He could not move. He could not breathe. The air was thin. The light was grey. A single beam cut through the dust. It landed on his chest. It burned. He woke. The room was dark. The bed was cold. His heart...

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