The Distant Temple

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The red coat hung on the hook. It was heavy. Wool. It smelled of damp stone and old smoke. I looked at it. I touched it. The fabric was rough under my fingers. It did not move. It did not breathe. It simply was. The station was quiet. Too quiet. The clocks on the wall ticked in unison. Tick. Tick. Tick. A mechanical heartbeat. We sat in our chairs. Leather. Cracked. We watched the door. Nothing...

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