The Distant Temple

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The ink on my hands did not wash out. It seeped into the whorls of my palms, a permanent stain that marked me as a vessel for things I did not wish to carry. I stood before the great oak desk in the faculty common room, the air thick with the scent of pipe tobacco and damp wool. Outside, the November rain lashed against the high windows of St. Jude’s College, blurring the silhouette of the...

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