The Distant Temple

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2026-08-17 11:07:07 -

The rain does not fall on the house; it accumulates. It gathers in the gutters until the weight becomes a living thing, a slow, green slime that eats at the timber. You know this. You have known it for forty years, since the day you pinned the uniform to the wall and let the buttons fall to the floor like teeth. The house is a body, and you are the bone inside it, still holding the shape even...

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