The Distant Temple

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The rain on the tin roof of the detention block sounded like a thousand small hammers striking a dead drum. It was a cold, industrial percussion that had no beginning and no end. Elias Thorne sat in his chair, his hands resting on the metal armrests, the brass insignia on his cuff catching the dull fluorescent light. He was a Captain in the Municipal Guard, a man whose life was measured in...

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