The Distant Temple

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You wake with the taste of copper in your mouth, the metal tang of blood that has been swallowed and then rejected by the throat. You are in the break room of the Department of Anomalous Containment, a sterile white box that smells of ozone and burnt coffee. Your hands are shaking. They have been shaking for three days, ever since the incident in Sector Four, ever since you saw the thing that...

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