The Distant Temple

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The heavy, grey stone sat in the center of Elian’s palms, cold and slick with the condensation of the cellar air. It was not a stone, of course, but the tip of his own tongue, swollen and heavy, pressing against the roof of his mouth like a pebble lodged in a shoe. He opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came, only the dry rasp of stone grinding against stone. This was the dream he had...

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