The Distant Temple

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The air in the sanctuary did not smell of incense, but of wet plaster and the metallic tang of old coins, a scent that clung to the back of Margot’s throat like a persistent lie. She stood before the altar, her fingers trembling not from cold, but from the terrible, vibrating frequency of the walls, which seemed to breathe in time with her own pulse. Across the marble floor, Father Julian stood...

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