The Distant Temple

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The sound of the cracking was not a break, but a birth. It echoed through the vaulted ceiling of the Archive, a sharp, resonant pop that seemed to split the air itself. I stood before the great manuscript, my hands trembling not from cold, but from the terrible weight of what I was about to do. The ink was still wet on the parchment, dark and glossy as a bruise, and it smelled of iron and old...

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