The Distant Temple

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2026-08-24 16:28:33 -

The gold-leaf stamp on the invitation was already flaking into your palm as you descended the marble staircase of the Meridian Hotel. You were forty-two, an archivist with tenure in reach, and you held the future in a piece of paper that smelled of citrus and decay. The gala below was a sea of silk and champagne, but the air was thick with a faint, golden pollen that drifted from the...

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