The Distant Temple

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The champagne in my glass was warm, a stale, golden liquid that tasted of the plastic cups we used for the interns. I counted the bubbles rising to the surface, thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four, each one a tiny, fragile sphere of pressure waiting to burst. The Meridian Insurance Group annual gala was in full swing, the chandeliers overhead casting a harsh, yellow glare over the sea of...

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