The Distant Temple

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The air in the intake hall smelled of wet wool and rust. It was a thick, cloying scent that clung to the inside of your nose, a physical weight that made it hard to breathe. You stood in the queue, your shoulders hunched, trying to make yourself smaller. The line moved with the sluggish inevitability of a gear turning in a jammed machine. Around you, other women waited. They did not speak. They...

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