The Distant Temple

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The rain in London did not wash the city clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones of Whitechapel into mirrors that reflected nothing but the wet, bruised sky. Elias Thorne stood before the towering, soot-stained facade of St. Jude’s, his uniform a heavy wool coat that smelled of damp horsehair and old brass. He was a constable of the Special Constabulary, a man whose...

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