The Distant Temple
The rain fell upon the slate roofs of the old university town with a steady, rhythmic persistence that seemed to erode the very distinction between the wet stone and the damp sky, a grey wash that turned the cobblestones into mirrors reflecting the gaslight of the streetlamps and the weary silhouettes of those who walked them in the twilight hours, and you walked among them, your boots soaking...
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