The Distant Temple
The road was wet. It glistened under the grey sky, a vein of black sludge cutting through the white snow. I walked fast. My boots sank deep with every step. The cold bit into my fingers. I held the ledger tight against my chest. It was a heavy book. Leather bound. Cold to the touch. Inside were the numbers. The debts. The lies. I was a clerk. I counted things. I did not judge. But today I felt...
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