The Distant Temple
The rain hammered against the slate roof of the cottage, a relentless, industrial drumbeat that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards and into the marrow of your bones. You sat in the high-backed chair by the cold hearth, your hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had long since gone cold, the ceramic rim cutting a small, white circle against your dark, stained fingers. Across the room,...
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