The Distant Temple

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2026-08-19 05:25:03 -

You are standing in the center of the kitchen, holding a coffee mug that has a chip in the rim, and you are trying to remember if you locked the front door, but the memory is slippery, like wet sand, and it slips through your fingers no matter how tightly you squeeze, and you know, with a cold certainty that settles in your marrow, that you did not lock it, because you were too busy staring at...

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