The Distant Temple

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2026-08-20 01:21:43 -

The ink was wet when the seal broke. You remember the smell of it, a sharp, metallic tang that cut through the stale air of the archive room. It was the smell of old blood, or perhaps just the rust of the paper itself turning to dust. The Great Ledger lay open on the desk, its pages swollen with the weight of centuries, and your hand hovered over the final entry. You were not supposed to be...

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