The Distant Temple
"The foundation is sound, Mr. Holloway, isn't it?" asked the Surveyor, his voice carrying the dry, papery quality of wind moving through dead leaves. He stood before the towering edifice, a cathedral of iron and glass that pierced the smog-choked sky of the industrial valley, its spire a needle stitching the earth to the heavens. "One would not think so, given the rumors. But the stone does not...
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