The Distant Temple
The iron gate groaned open with a sound like a man clearing his throat after a long silence, and I stepped through into the yard where the air tasted of rust and damp earth, carrying the weight of a week’s travel in my bones and the silence of my office in my ears. I was here to inspect the structural integrity of the old signal tower, a relic of the railway age that the university had...
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