The Distant Temple

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The rain in Chicago does not fall so much as it insists, a cold, gray curtain that blurs the distinction between the street and the sky, and you are standing in the middle of it, shivering not from the chill but from the absolute, crushing weight of your own hunger, which has grown so large in your belly that it has become a second skeleton, a cage of ribs that clicks against the wet plaster of...

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