The Distant Temple

added blog Literature

2026-08-19 15:12:50 -

The rain on the carriage window was a static hiss, a white noise that swallowed the sound of the wheels on the gravel. You sat in the back, your coat buttoned to the throat, watching the fields of gray turnip and wet earth scroll past in a blur. You were not a man given to sentiment, nor to the poetic musings of the poets who lived in the city. You were an auditor, a seeker of discrepancies, a...

0 Comments 0 Shares 3 Views 0 Reviews