The Distant Temple

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The dream was always the same: a stone mouth opening, exhaling dust into the dark. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of grit on his tongue, the sheets damp with the sweat of a man who has been running from something that has no shape. He was forty-two. He had been an archivist for the Ministry of Heritage for nineteen years, a title that sounded grander than the reality of filing boxes in a...

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