The Distant Temple

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2026-08-19 18:05:07 -

The train moved. Slowly. It groaned against the rails. A low, metallic scream. We sat in silence. My brother sat opposite. His face was pale. His hands were still. They rested on his knees. Like stone. Like dead things. I looked at the window. The world outside was a blur. Gray. Cold. Indifferent. I looked back at him. He did not blink. He did not breathe. Not visibly. The air in the car was...

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