The Distant Temple

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The morning mist clung to the valley floor like a shroud woven from the breath of the dead, and Professor Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the cliff, his fingers trembling against the cold iron of the gate that separated the mundane world from the whispering woods below. He had spent thirty years studying the old texts, the faded manuscripts that spoke of a place where time did not flow but...

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