The Distant Temple

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The first thing I understood was the texture of the air. It was not air at all, but a suspension of fine, grey dust that tasted of copper and old pennies. We were running. Or rather, I was running, and my friend, Julian, was running beside me with the effortless, predatory grace of a creature that had never known the burden of a skeleton. We were in the Glass City, a place that existed in the...

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