The Distant Temple

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2026-08-20 18:31:10 -

The wool had begun to fray at the elbows, a silent confession of the hours spent scrubbing the stone floor of the parish hall, where the light entered through high, grimy panes and settled like dust on everything it touched. Margaret held the garment up against the pale afternoon, turning it slowly in her hands, watching the threads loosen and drift away like snow in a wind that did not exist....

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