The Distant Temple

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Harutyunyan remembered the smell of the magistrate’s office, a cloying mix of stale tobacco and wet wool, before he remembered the man’s face. It was a room that smelled of decay dressed in mahogany, and it was there, in the grey light of that autumn morning, that the system finally broke him. He stood before Magistrate Vlahos, a man whose shadow seemed to stretch across the linoleum,...

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