The Distant Temple
"You left the door open," said Captain Elias Thorne. His voice was a dry leaf scraping across stone. "Wind took it," replied Major Silas Vane. He did not look up from the map. His hands were steady. They were always steady. "Wind does not open iron gates, Silas." "It did today." Elias stepped into the room. The air smelled of wet wool and old paper. Outside, the rain hammered against the glass....
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