The Distant Temple
March 14th The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the mud on the lane into a slick, brown paste that clung to my boots and seeped into my socks. I stood in the doorway of my house, watching the water drip from the eaves in a relentless, rhythmic tap that sounded like a clock counting down to a catastrophe I could not name. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and old...
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