The Distant Temple

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The ink was not black. It was a deep, arterial red that moved with a slow, deliberate pulse, like blood trapped under glass. I signed the contract for the Senior Archivist position with a hand that did not tremble, though my heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. I wanted the pension. I wanted the quiet dignity of a life secured by the state, after twenty years of scrubbing dust...

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