The Distant Temple
The house did not collapse with a thunderous roar, as one might expect from a structure of such dubious integrity, but with a soft, suffocating sigh, a long exhalation of dust and dry rot that seemed to settle into the very marrow of Eleanor’s bones. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday, the days having blurred into a grey smear of perpetual twilight since the eviction notice arrived, but...
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