The Distant Temple
The arch is there, at the edge of your vision, crumbling. It smells of wet earth and old blood. You are Elias, forty-two, a junior archivist who has not slept in three days. You want the promotion. You need the promotion. Mr. Vane, your superior, has made it clear that the cataloging of the newly acquired "Temple of Silence" is the final test. If you fail, you are out. If you succeed, you are...
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