The Distant Temple
The asphalt cracked under my boots. It was a sound like a bone snapping. I was bleeding from the temple. The blood was warm. It ran into my eye. I could not blink. The city was grey. The rain was hard. It was not water. It was needles. I was a cop. I had been a cop for twenty years. My knees ached. My back was a knot of iron. I was old. I knew it. I fought the clock. I lost. My partner, David,...
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