The Distant Temple
The letter from the university was already on the desk when you arrived, sitting with the quiet, terrible weight of a sealed coffin, its crisp white paper a stark, offensive contrast against the dark mahogany of your study. You had driven back to the town of Oakhaven after forty years, the engine of your sedan ticking as it cooled in the gravel drive, the air outside thick with the scent of...
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