The Distant Temple

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The dream began with the weight. It was not a physical burden. It was a numerical one. Seven. The number hung in the air, heavy as lead, pulsing in time with the boy’s heart. Thomas lay in the dark of his room. The walls were white. The floor was cold. He knew the number was wrong. He knew it because the air tasted of copper. He knew it because the silence was too loud. He knew it because he...

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