The Distant Temple

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The rain had turned the cobblestones of the Whitehall corridor into slick, dark mirrors, reflecting the chandeliers in fractured, trembling shards of gold. You stood at the end of the long, vaulted hall, your uniform pressed to a severity that seemed to pull the air around you taut, and you watched the figure of your father approach. He did not look at you. He looked through you, his gaze fixed...

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