The Distant Temple
The municipal archive in Budapest hummed with the low, electric drone of climate control, a sterile sound that masked the deeper rot of the building’s foundations. It was a place where dust was not merely settled but suspended, a fine, gray particulate that coated the lungs and the conscience in equal measure. In the basement, where the light from the corridor flickered against the peeling...
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