The Distant Temple
You stand in the center of the municipal plaza, the asphalt beneath your boots cracked and weeping with the damp residue of a recent storm, and you look up at the clock tower that has stood as the silent sentinel over the industrial town of Oakhaven for the better part of three decades, its face a pale, weathered mask of stone that seems to watch your every move with the detached indifference...
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