The Distant Temple

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Margaret sat in the dark of the drawing room. The rain tapped against the leaded glass. It was a steady, rhythmic sound. Like a clock. Or a heartbeat. She held her hands in her lap. Her fingers were long and pale. They trembled slightly. This was not from the cold. The fire had died hours ago. It was from the weight of what she carried. The house was old. The wood creaked under her feet. The...

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