The Distant Temple

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The iron gate at the edge of the heath was rusted through, a skeletal hand reaching up from the mud, and I stood before it with the weight of forty years pressing against the backs of my eyes. It was late autumn in the valley, the air thick with the scent of rotting leaves and the distant, metallic tang of the mills that had once powered our lives. I had come to find the Temple, though I knew,...

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