The Distant Temple
The rain did not fall so much as it was imposed, a gray and relentless decree that soaked into the wool of his greatcoat and chilled the marrow of his bones, a weather that seemed less a natural phenomenon and more an administrative failure of the sky to maintain its proper distance from the earth. Arthur Penhaligon stood in the center of the courtyard of the Ministry of Internal Order, a...
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