The Distant Temple
The fluorescent lights of the sub-basement hummed with a frequency that Elias Thorne felt in his teeth, a low, persistent vibration that seemed to synchronize with the dripping of the leaky pipe in the corner. He adjusted his spectacles, the lenses fogging slightly as he leaned over the massive, leather-bound volume known colloquially as the Index, its spine cracked and oozing a dark, viscous...
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