The Distant Temple

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2026-08-21 22:25:09 -

The hospital room smelled of antiseptic and old dust. I lay in the white bed, the sheets cold against my skin. The monitors beeped. A steady, mechanical rhythm. It counted out my remaining time. I was a scholar of architecture. I spent my life measuring the bones of buildings. Now my own bones were breaking. The doctor had come and gone. He spoke of the inevitable. I nodded. I understood. I am...

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