The Distant Temple
The static was not a sound but a pressure, a cold draft that seeped through the walls of the bedroom in Olympia, smelling faintly of sandalwood and ozone, and in that smell Elias Thorne saw the temple again, its pillars carved from a stone that seemed to drink the light, standing in a void that was not black but a white so absolute it hurt to look at. He woke with his hand reaching for the...
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