The Distant Temple
The dream is a ledger of white teeth, chattering in the dark. You wake with the taste of copper in your mouth, the hum of the server room vibrating in your molars. It is Tuesday. The Bureau of Internal Standards requires precision, and you are the man who provides it. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-four, a senior auditor with twelve years of unblemished service. You want to clear your name before...
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