The Distant Temple

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2026-08-21 00:26:19 -

The rain did not fall so much as it suspended itself, a grey lace draped over the city’s shoulders. It smelled of wet asphalt and old iron. I stood on the corner of Fifth and Main, watching the water bead on the windshield of a parked sedan. The glass was a mirror. I looked in. I did not see my face. I saw a stranger. A woman with hollow cheeks and eyes that held the static of a dead...

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