The Distant Temple
The humidity in the basement storage room sat at sixty-two percent, a figure Elias Thorne checked every four hours, a ritual as precise as a heartbeat. He had spent eleven years at the Meridian Institute, counting folios, cataloging bindings, and slowly eroding his own identity into the shape of the documents he protected. The Temple Codex, a fragile manuscript of medieval origin, was the final...
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