The Distant Temple

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2026-08-20 03:24:12 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray mist that clung to your coat and seeped into the marrow of your bones, turning the landscape into a watercolor of slate and rust. You stood at the edge of the moor, watching the headlights of the police van fade into the wet darkness, and you felt a strange, hollow lightness in your chest, as if a stone you had carried for decades...

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