The Distant Temple

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2026-08-18 23:06:35 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that blurred the windows of the precinct into a smear of mud and neon, and I sat in my office with my hand wrapped in ice, the cold a sharp, white fire that competed with the dull, throb of the bullet wound in my shoulder. It was a small wound, a graze, the kind that heals quickly if you keep it clean, but the pain was a...

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