The Distant Temple
"Look at the clock, Elias. It’s two minutes past." Julian’s voice was thin, stretched like taffy over the glass of the office mirror. Elias Thorne, forty-two, a mid-level actuary for the Sovereign Insurance Consortium, looked at the digital readout on his desk. Two minutes past. He looked at his reflection in the polished oak of the credenza. The reflection was looking at him, but its head was...
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