The Distant Temple

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The rain in London did not wash the city clean; it merely polished the grime into a darker, more lustrous sheen, turning the cobblestones of the narrow streets into mirrors that reflected nothing but our own exhaustion. I stood on the corner of Charing Cross Road, watching the umbrellas bloom and close like black mushrooms, and felt a profound, hollow ache in my chest that had nothing to do...

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