The Distant Temple

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The air in the valley tasted of ozone and wet rust. Salvador Hinojosa checked the pressure gauge on his wrist, the needle trembling against the eighty-beat threshold. He stood in the sleep bay of the archive, a cramped rectangle of curtained bunks where the linoleum peeled in long, sickly strips. The oxygen subscription for the month had lapsed, leaving the air thin and cold, a damp chill that...

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