The Distant Temple
The house was a mouth. It opened onto the street. It swallowed the light. Inside, the air tasted of dust and old copper. Elias Thorne stood in the hallway. He held the flashlight. The beam cut through the dark. It found nothing but shadows. He was a man of logic. He measured things. He categorized them. He believed in cause and effect. If X happened, then Y followed. There was no room for...
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