The Distant Temple
The sand is not merely outside the vehicle; it is inside you, a gritty, rhythmic grinding against the tectonic plates of your ribs, a sensation that has persisted since the moment you first laid eyes on the stone structure rising from the dunes like a broken tooth in the jaw of the desert. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, a border patrol agent whose life has been reduced to a calculation of...
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