The Distant Temple
You are standing on the corner of Fifth and Main, the asphalt warm and yielding beneath your shoes, watching the city breathe its grey, indifferent breath into the early morning. It is a Tuesday, unremarkable and bright, the kind of day that insists on its own normalcy even when the architecture of your life is crumbling into dust. You are a sinner, or at least that is the title the court has...
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