The Distant Temple

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The ink was wet. It should have been dry. I wiped my thumb across the margin of the Codex, the paper damp and yielding, and watched the black smear spread, bleeding into the parchment like a bruise forming under skin. My hands trembled. They always trembled now, a fine, high-frequency vibration that made the stylus jump, that made the letters waver. Three days. That was all I had left before...

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