The Distant Temple

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The rain in Bristol was not water but a judgment, a cold, gray sheet that pinned the world to the cobblestones. You stood at the gate of the old police station, your uniform heavy with wetness, the wool clinging to your ribs like a second skin. You were a constable, a man whose job was to draw lines in the sand and pretend the tide would respect them. But the tide was rising. It had been rising...

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