The Distant Temple

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2026-08-18 05:10:38 -

The wool was thinning. It had been thinning for a decade, perhaps longer, but only now did the gaps show through. Like holes in a sieve. Like time leaking out. Eleanor sat in the corner of the waiting room. The chair was vinyl. It peeled under her elbow. She wore the coat. It was beige. It was always beige. A shroud of camel hair. It smelled of lavender and dust. Of old books. Of her mother’s...

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