The Distant Temple
The train shook. It shook with a rhythm that felt less like motion and more like a headache trying to punch its way out of my skull. I pressed my forehead against the cold glass. Outside, the English countryside blurred into a smear of brown and grey. We were heading north, toward the coast, toward the place where the sea swallowed the sky. My brother, Thomas, sat across from me. He looked...
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