The Distant Temple

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2026-08-22 08:07:21 -

The dream is always the same: a temple of black stone, far away, its roof collapsing in a shower of embers that do not burn. You wake in the narrow cot behind the St. Jude’s Municipal Library, the smell of old paper and damp wool heavy in your nose, and look down at your left hand. There, across the thenar eminence, is a fresh, angry red mark, shaped exactly like the flame in the dream. It does...

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