The Distant Temple

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2026-08-19 06:09:00 -

The wren fell from the eaves of the sheriff’s office. It did not glide. It tumbled. A black speck of feather and bone against the pale, indifferent sky. It struck the asphalt. It lay still. I watched it die. I am the law. I do not watch things die. I make sure they do. Or I make sure they stay alive. The distinction is blurred here in Millhaven. The wren twitched. One wing. A spasm. Then...

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