The Distant Temple

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The crate sat in the center of the inspection bay, a slab of black wood so dense it seemed to drink the light from the overhead lamps, and I stood before it with my hands trembling so violently that the pen in my right hand skittered across the seizure order like a frightened insect, leaving behind not words but a jagged, meaningless scratch that ruined the ink and the paper alike. I was Arthur...

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