The Distant Temple

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2026-08-19 06:03:47 -

The rain had not stopped in three days, a persistent, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the city into a smear of wet asphalt and neon, and Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the center of his office, holding the brass astrolabe with a grip that was less than a hold and more than a bruise, his knuckles white against the tarnished metal as if the object itself were trying to escape his grasp....

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