The Distant Temple

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I dreamed of the house. It stood on the hill, white and silent, watching the river with eyes that never blinked. In the dream, the walls were breathing. I could feel the slow expansion of the plaster, the rhythmic heave of the foundation stones. I was not old in the dream. My hands were smooth. My back did not ache. I was the son. I was the soldier who had not yet learned the weight of the...

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