The Distant Temple

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2026-08-20 01:16:26 -

I wake in the dark. The dream is still wet on my lips. It tastes of iron and old stone. I am nine years old. I am not nine years old. I look at my hands. They are thin. The veins are blue ropes under the skin. I am young. I am old. The confusion is a physical weight. It sits on my chest. It presses the air from my lungs. I am in a city that does not exist. Or perhaps it does. I cannot tell. The...

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