The Distant Temple

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The rain hits the asphalt in hard, gray sheets. You drive the sedan. The wipers beat a frantic, sick rhythm. Tap. Tap. Tap. You feel the vibration in your teeth. The engine hums low. A growl. You are tired. Bone tired. The kind of tired that sleeps in the marrow. You are a man of the law. Or so the badge says. The metal is cold against your chest. It feels heavy. It feels wrong. You drive...

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