The Distant Temple
Anna Kaminski stood in the rain, watching the lights of the orphanage flicker out one by one, a tragic, solemn acceptance of the cost of truth settling into her bones. She remembered the morning it began, the cold seeping through the floorboards of the archive, the way the handwritten notes had rearranged themselves overnight into accusatory sentences. It was a small, quiet rebellion by the...
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