The Distant Temple

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2026-08-19 20:57:42 -

The ceramic vessel sat on the desk. It was small. Porcelain. White. It held water. It held nothing else. Dr. Arthur Vane looked at it. His eyes were dry. The room was quiet. The clock ticked. One second. Two seconds. Three. The water was still. The surface was a mirror. Arthur saw his own face. He did not recognize it. The lines were deep. The skin was pale. He was a man of facts. He was a man...

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