The Distant Temple

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The sky cracked open on a Tuesday. It did not thunder. It hummed. A low, vibrating note that settled in the teeth and the marrow. I was standing in the yard of my father’s house in Ohio. The grass was dead. The air smelled of ozone and wet slate. I held the iron key. It was cold. Heavier than it looked. The teeth were worn smooth, but the bow was sharp, cut in the shape of a jagged mountain. My...

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