The Distant Temple

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The wind tore at the ivy. It pulled. It held. It released. Elias stood at the window. He watched the leaves shatter. They fell. They did not drift. They broke. The house was old. The walls were thin. The cold was thick. It pressed against his skin. He wore his uniform. The wool was coarse. The brass was dull. He had not polished it in days. He had no time. He had no money. The bank letter sat...

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