The Distant Temple

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2026-08-21 14:18:00 -

The fog was thick. It tasted of iron and old smoke. I sat at my desk in the tower of the university, the only window open to the damp night. The books around me were heavy, bound in leather that cracked like dry skin. I am a scholar. I study the history of the air. How it moves. How it carries things. I have spent twenty years in this stone box, breathing dust. I told myself I was free. I told...

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