The Distant Temple
The dream was always the same, a recurring fracture in the porcelain mind of Elias Thorne, a thirty-year-old clerk in the damp, fungal kingdom of Oth. He woke with the taste of wet clay in his mouth, the phantom weight of his father’s heirloom pressing against his chest, a cracked vessel that had once held the family’s fortune and now held only his debt. The opposing force was not a person but...
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