The Distant Temple
The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a grey, suffocating blanket that smothered the cobblestones of the old quarter and seeped into the porous skin of the town itself. Inside the high-ceilinged hall of the Magistrate’s residence, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and stale tobacco, a heavy atmosphere that pressed against the eardrums like deep water. Captain Elias Thorne...
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