The Distant Temple

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The archive did not smell of dust, but of the hot, metallic tang of ozone and old paper, a scent that clung to the back of Vijay Sengupta’s throat like a stone. He woke from the dream where his left hand peeled off his wrist, smooth as a glove removed from a wet hand, and walked down the corridor of the chawl, leaving only a smear of grey shadow on the linoleum. In the waking world, the hand...

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