The Distant Temple

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2026-08-21 19:24:03 -

The frost on the windowpanes of the inquest room had not yet begun to melt, a delicate, fracturing lattice of ice that held the gray morning light in a thousand suspended shards, and I sat alone in the high-backed chair, my hands resting on the polished oak table, feeling the cold seep through the leather of my gloves, a chill that seemed to originate not from the air but from the very...

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