The Distant Temple
The glass walls of the Meridian Court did not reflect Elara’s face; they absorbed it. She sat alone in the high-rise office, the city sprawling below like a circuit board of light and cold geometry. The air was recycled, sterile, and carried a faint, metallic hum that pressed against her eardrums. This was the pressure source, this invisible weight in the room that felt less like anxiety and...
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