The Distant Temple

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2026-08-24 09:43:10 -

The iron key was cold against my palm, biting into the flesh of my thumb as I turned it in the lock of the lower crypt door. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; the days had begun to blur into a single, damp gray smear inside the monastery of St. Jude, where the stone walls seemed to breathe with a slow, rhythmic heave that matched the pulse of the fog rising from the river below. I am...

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