The Distant Temple

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The letter sat on the steel table, the paper thin and yellowed by the time I’d written the last line. I signed my name, Elias Thorne, and folded it into the envelope with the care of a man handling a live grenade. The guard, a young man named Miller who still looked at me as if I might bite, took it from my hand without breaking eye contact. He didn’t read it. He never did. He just stamped it...

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