The Distant Temple
The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the jagged skyline of the metropolis into a watercolor smear of steel and shadow, and inside the forty-second floor of the Sterling Vane Group, Arthur Pendelton sat with the weight of the city pressing against his chest, a physical pressure that had nothing to do with the altitude and everything to do with the...
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