The Distant Temple

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The cake was too large. It sat on the table like a white boulder, sweating under the heat lamps. You stared at it. The frosting was cracked. A web of sugar dusted the plate. "Happy birthday, Dad," said the choir. They stood in a semicircle. Their faces were smooth. Their smiles were identical. You did not clap. You cut the cake. The knife scraped the ceramic. The sound was loud. "Cut it," your...

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