The Distant Temple

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The ceiling collapsed first. Then the dust. Thick, grey, and sweet smelling like old paper and dried blood. Sergeant Elias Thorne did not run. He stood in the center of the war room, a square of silence in the chaotic swirl of debris. His uniform, pressed and starched that morning, was now a canvas of grey powder. He brushed it from his left lapel. The motion was precise. Ritualistic. Outside...

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