The Distant Temple
The ink moved against the grain. Elias watched the black script crawl up the parchment, defying gravity, correcting the typo he had made three seconds prior. A shiver ran through his hand. He had forgotten the color of his wife’s eyes. It was a small price, he told himself, for the accuracy of the Codex Aeternum. The vault was sealed, windowless, and hummed with a low, persistent vibration that...
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