The Distant Temple

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The coffee in the mug was cold, and it smelled of burnt plastic. You looked at the steam rising from the cup, a thin, gray wisp that curled and vanished against the fluorescent light. Your left hand hovered over the keyboard, fingers curled inward, knuckles white. The tightness there was a physical thing, a knot of muscle that refused to loosen despite the stillness of the room. You were Elias,...

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