The Distant Temple

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2026-08-18 01:49:57 -

The letter sat on the kitchen table, its envelope already torn, the paper inside crumpled by hands that had trembled too long to hold a pen steady. I stared at it, the ink bleeding slightly into the fiber as if the words were sweating, and I knew, with a certainty that settled in my bones like winter damp, that my life as I had constructed it over the last thirty years was no longer a fact, but...

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