The Distant Temple

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The ink bled into the fiber of the paper, a slow, dark bruise spreading across the page. I was forty-two years old, a junior archivist at the Royal Institute, and I wanted the Senior Curator post. The dream had been of the old oak outside the east wing, split clean down the middle by a summer lightning strike, the white wood raw and steaming in the heat. I had woken with the smell of ozone...

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