The Distant Temple
The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell in a fine, persistent mist that clung to the grey concrete of the city, turning the streets into slick mirrors of neon and shadow. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood on the corner of Fifth and Main, his coat heavy with dampness, watching the flow of pedestrians. They moved with a purpose that seemed hollow to him, their eyes fixed on devices glowing in...
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