The Distant Temple

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2026-08-18 02:22:49 -

The red scarf was knotted tight around my neck, a band of blood against the pale wool of my sweater. It pulsed there, a second heartbeat, tight and hot. I was running. Not for exercise. Not for health. I ran because if I stopped, the weight of the room would crush me. I was in the office of Arthur Penhaligon, a man whose suit cost more than my car, a man who looked at me not as a person but as...

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