The Distant Temple

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The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a constant, wet presence that pressed against the single pane of glass in the observation room of the precinct, blurring the world outside into a smear of grey asphalt and yellow sodium lights. I sat in the plastic chair, the kind that squeaks when you shift your weight, and I watched the orchid on the windowsill, its white petals beginning to curl...

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