The Distant Temple

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The jar breaks. Not shatters. Not explodes. It simply gives way. A hairline fracture runs from rim to base, splitting the glass like a dry riverbed in August. Inside, the amber liquid sloshes. It smells of turpentine and old blood. You hold the pieces. They are sharp. They are cold. You are a restorer. That is your title. Your trade. You fix what is broken. You glue the porcelain back together....

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