The Distant Temple

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We were pinned behind the rusted chassis of a burnt-out delivery van in the middle of the wet, asphalt heart of Manchester, the rain falling in heavy, cold sheets that turned the street into a river of mud and shattered glass, and I was holding my old flannel shirt, the one my father had worn every day for thirty years, up against the side of my head as if the cotton could somehow filter out...

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