The Distant Temple

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The house was breathing. Not metaphorically. The walls expanded. The floorboards groaned under the weight of air that did not belong to the season. You sat at the desk. The wood was cold. You held the glass. It was heavy. You had found it in the cellar. A tumbler. Thick. Clouded at the base. It sat on a shelf between jars of pickled beets and a rusted can of paint. It looked ordinary. It felt...

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