The Distant Temple

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I left the city in a sleet that tasted of rust and old copper. The municipal library stood at the end of Ashworth Avenue, a brutalist block of concrete that seemed to absorb the gray light rather than reflect it. I was forty-two years old, a junior archivist with a tenure review in three weeks, and I was terrified. Not of the job, but of the silence. The silence that had lived in my chest since...

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