The Distant Temple
Six hours left until the auction house van arrives to collect the Vane collection, and Mara counts the minutes on the back of her hand like coins in a jar, each one heavy with the weight of the commission. The ultrasonic scanner hums against her palm, a cold, smooth disc of plastic that feels like a second heartbeat, while the house around them breathes out a low, resonant frequency that...
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