The Distant Temple

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2026-08-18 05:19:56 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain drawn tight against the windows of the station. It was a wet, industrial damp, the kind that seeped into the bones and stayed there, souring the breath. Arthur Penhaligon stood by the window, watching the platform empty. He was a man of forty, with shoulders that had been broad from carrying rifles but were now softening, rounding into...

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