The Distant Temple
The rain had been falling on the Millbrook Estate for three days, a persistent, gray sheet that blurred the boundary between the wet stone of the house and the churning mud of the grounds, a dampness that seemed to seep not just into the mortar but into the very marrow of the bones, a cold that did not recede with the heat of the fire but lingered in the chest like a low, dull hum, a sound that...
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