The Distant Temple

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The dream was not of sleep, but of stone. You stood in the nave of a cathedral that had no name, the air thick with the scent of wet limestone and old incense. The pews were empty, save for the silence that pressed against your eardrums like deep water. You knew, with a certainty that bypassed reason, that you were not the priest, nor the penitent, but the wall itself. You were the boundary....

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