The Distant Temple

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2026-08-23 03:19:24 -

The blood on the escapement wheel was bright and wet, a stark red smear against the polished brass. I wiped it with a rag, my hands trembling, but the pendulum did not stop. It swung with a heavy, rhythmic thud that seemed to vibrate in the floorboards of my workshop. This was the third time this week the mechanism had demanded a drop of my blood to keep the Grand Temple Clock ticking. The...

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