The Distant Temple

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The Superintendent’s voice carried across the yard, sharp as a whip crack against the damp air. "Elias. Get down here." You straightened your back, the leather of your boots creaking in protest, and descended the stone steps toward the administration block. The smell hit you first, as it always did: a cloying, heavy sweetness that smelled of overripe plums and iron filings, rising from the...

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