The Distant Temple
The horse is brown. It stands by the gate. You hold the reins. Your hands shake. You do not look at the house. You look at the mud. The mud is thick. It clings to your boots. You are a soldier. You are a guard. You are a brother. The city is old. The stones are gray. The sky is low. It presses down. You feel the weight. You feel the cold. Your sister is inside. She is small. She is quiet. She...
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