The Distant Temple

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The warehouse smelled of wet plaster and old money. It was a smell that clung to the back of the throat, a taste of dust and ambition mixed with the sharp, metallic tang of fear. Elias stood in the center of the vast, empty space, the blueprints rolled under his arm like a weapon. The air was still. Too still. The shadows in the corners seemed to breathe, expanding and contracting with a slow,...

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