The Distant Temple

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The dream was always the same. A porcelain temple, white and fragile, standing in a grey field. Then the crack. A hairline fracture that ran from the spire to the base, and the whole structure collapsed into a pile of dust. Elias woke with his heart hammering against his ribs, the taste of copper in his mouth. He was forty years old, a clockmaker in the town of Oakhaven, and he had a deadline...

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