The Distant Temple

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St. Jude’s Asylum smells of wet wool and boiled cabbage, a scent that has seeped into the very bricks of the building until I can taste it on my tongue when I wake. It is March of 1924, and I am thirty-two years old, a junior clerk who has spent the last six years watching my sister Elara rot in Ward 4. The rule here is simple, written in the green ink of the ivy that climbs the exterior walls:...

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