The Distant Temple
The annual symposium of the Department of Botanical Sciences was a cacophony of clinking crystal and murmured approvals, a feast of academic validation that Dr. Elias Thorne watched from the edge of the banquet hall with the detached precision of a man observing a specimen under glass. He was forty years old, a senior lecturer whose tenure was perpetually under review, and his wife Clara sat...
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