The Distant Temple
The dream is always the same. You are standing in the center of a vast, white room. There are no doors. There are no windows. The floor is made of polished bone. You are wearing your uniform. It is clean. It is new. You feel the weight of the badge on your chest. It is heavy. It is warm. A voice speaks from the walls. It is your own voice. It says: You are late. You know what this means. You...
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