The Distant Temple

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The fog that morning did not roll in so much as it descended, a heavy, wet wool blanket dropped from the heavens onto the soot-stained streets of Ironbridge. It swallowed the gaslights and the iron bridges and the faces of the men who stood in the queues for the bread line, erasing the world until all that remained was the immediate, brutal reality of the cold. Elias Thorne stood at the back of...

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