The Distant Temple

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The iron gates of St. Jude’s Institute stood half-open, the hinges screaming a low, metallic protest against the damp November air, a sound that felt less like a warning and more like a confession. I stood before them, my boots caked in the mud of the lower districts, my coat heavy with the weight of unspoken things, and I watched the fog roll off the river, swallowing the silhouette of the...

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