The Distant Temple

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2026-08-20 04:45:00 -

The coffee in the cup was cold, a dark, viscous sludge that had separated from its grounds, forming a skin on the surface. Elias held it with both hands, the ceramic warm against his palms, but the drink itself offered no comfort. He sat in the corner of the break room, a space that smelled of burnt toast and industrial cleaner, watching the clock tick above the door. It was 10:14 AM. In...

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