The Distant Temple
You will remember the sound of the rain against the windowpane of the schoolhouse, a relentless, rhythmic tapping that seemed to synchronize itself with the beating of your heart, a heavy, wet drumbeat that marked the passage of time in that small, damp town where the fog rolled in from the river each morning and stayed until late afternoon, clinging to the eaves of the wooden houses and the...
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