The Distant Temple

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2026-08-21 20:59:30 -

The dream is a corridor. Long, white, and humming with the low vibration of fluorescent lights that have been burning since before you were born. You walk. Your boots click against the tile. The sound is sharp, a metronome counting down to a silence that never comes. You are holding something. It is heavy. It is cold. It is a standard issue canteen, dented from a fall in a mud-slicked trench...

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