The Distant Temple

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The champagne was warm, tasting of sugar and old pennies, as I clinked my glass against Mr. Halloway’s. We stood in the center of the Society’s grand hall, surrounded by a sea of tweed and perfume, celebrating our centennial with a frivolous grace that felt like a thin layer of ice over a freezing lake. The air was thick with the scent of lilies and anxiety, a cloying mixture that made my skin...

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