The Distant Temple

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2026-08-19 22:32:49 -

You wake in the dark. The cold is a living thing. It presses against your skin like a hand. You are not in a bed. You are on the ground. The dirt is wet. It smells of rot and iron. You try to move. Your legs do not answer. They are heavy. They are gone. You remember the name. Margaret. She is your wife. She is the only real thing in this fog. You think of her face. The way she looked at you in...

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