The Distant Temple
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, technical drizzle that turned the gravel of the coastal road into a slurry of grey mud and rust-colored clay. I adjusted the haptic feedback on my gauntlet, checking the signal integrity of the drone hovering just above the tree line, and turned to Margaret. She stood by the open hatch of the SUV, her face pale under the ambient light of...
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