The Distant Temple

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2026-08-26 07:13:07 -

"You’re late for the auction, Juan." The voice came from the shadows of the attic, where the air tasted of rust and old salt. Juan Nogales, forty years old and hollowed out by grief, looked up from the desalination filter he was cleaning. The filter was clogged with silt from the drowned city below, a gritty paste that smelled of decay. He wiped his hands on his trousers, leaving streaks of...

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