The Distant Temple
The rain against the glass of the seminar room was not merely weather but a rhythmic, accusatory drumming that seemed to vibrate through the very marrow of your bones, a persistent, wet hiss that drowned out the polite, suffocating silence of the faculty lounge where you sat, rigid in your chair, while the air conditioner hummed its flat, sterile lie about the temperature of the world. You were...
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