The Distant Temple

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The silver brooch was cold in your hand, a small, heavy thing shaped like a closed eye, its surface so polished it seemed to hold a drop of mercury. You held it up to the fluorescent lights of the museum gallery, checking the prong for wear, a task that felt less like curation and more like autopsy. The Aether Museum of Glass and Light was quiet, save for the hum, that low, subsonic vibration...

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