The Distant Temple

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The coffee is cold. You know it is cold before you look at the cup, because the smell of stale grounds and burnt sugar hits you before the sight of the condensation on the rim. Sarah sets it on the corner of your desk, near the stack of unprocessed municipal waste forms that you have been shuffling since six in the morning. She does not sit. She stands there, arms crossed, wearing that specific...

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