The Distant Temple

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2026-08-19 20:12:25 -

The hive is dead. You know this before you open the door. The smell hits you first. Sweet. Rancid. Like rotting fruit left in a warm car. You are standing in the hallway of the community center. The carpet is beige. It is stained. You are wearing your work boots. They are dusty. You are the man who fixes things. You fix the roofs. You fix the pipes. You fix the fences. You are not a beekeeper....

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