The Distant Temple
The fluorescent tubes in the reading room had been flickering for three hours, a staccato buzz that seemed to sync with the dry rasp of my own breathing as I counted the loose-leaf folders, one by one, into the metal trays. I was thirty-two, and my hands were steady, but the air in the St. Jude’s Historical Society felt thick with a static charge that made the hair on my arms stand up, a...
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