The Distant Temple
The call came at dawn, sharp and bureaucratic, slicing through the heavy silence of the archive. "Mr. Ashworth, the Director requires your presence in the main reading room immediately." I pulled on my cardigan, the wool scratching against my neck, and checked the time. Seven fifteen. The heating system in the East Wing had clicked off three hours ago, leaving the air thick with the smell of...
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