The Distant Temple

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My hands were the problem. They shook. Not from cold. Not from fear. From the weight of what I held. The journal. Leather bound. Heavy. Dense with the scent of old paper and decay. I sat in the corner of the faculty lounge. The coffee in my mug had gone cold. A skin formed on its surface. I watched it ripple. A small tremor. Like a heartbeat. Professor Halloway sat across from me. He did not...

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