The Distant Temple

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The rain began without warning. It struck the glass of the office window in the forty-second floor of the Grey Tower like a handful of gravel. Elias Thorne did not look up. He sat at his desk, a rectangle of polished mahogany in a sea of identical rectangles, and watched his left hand. The fingers were long, pale, and still. He held them up before his face, examining the joints, the way the...

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