The Distant Temple

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2026-08-18 22:09:33 -

The rain hits the windshield like static. You hold the wheel tight. Your knuckles are white. The wipers beat a frantic rhythm against the glass. Left. Right. Left. Right. The town of Oakhaven blurs in the headlights. It is small. It is quiet. It is wrong. You are a detective. You have been for twenty years. You have seen bad things. You have seen men break. You have seen women cry until they...

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