The Distant Temple

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The dream began with the smell of ozone and wet wool, a pungent, metallic scent that clung to the back of Marcus Thorne’s throat even as he lay supine in the sterile white bed of the St. Jude’s Neuro-Unit, his eyes closed behind a mask of heavy eyelids, his mind trapped in a corridor that stretched out infinitely in both directions, a hallway lined with doors that did not open but hummed with a...

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