The Distant Temple

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The rain fell in sheets. It hammered the glass. I watched it run. "Are you ready, Thomas?" My voice was flat. Dry. I looked at the mirror. I saw a man. He was old. His hair was white. His eyes were tired. I nodded. The car waited. It was black. It was shiny. It smelled of leather and ozone. Eleanor sat in the back. She did not look at me. She looked at the wall. Her hands were still. They were...

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