The Distant Temple

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The fog was thick. It smelled of wet ash and old iron. I walked. My boots were heavy. The mud sucked at my heels. I did not stop. I could not stop. The war was far away. It was in the newspapers. It was in the silence of the neighbors. But here, in this stretch of woods, it was close. It pressed against my skin. I am not human. I am not quite a ghost either. I am a thing made of memory and...

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