The Distant Temple
The scream tore the silence of the hallway. It was a jagged, ugly sound. Elara did not flinch. She stood by the window, her back to the room. The glass was cold against her spine. Outside, the rain hammered the cobblestones of London. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of ozone and old dust. "Stop it," Elara said. Her voice was quiet. A whisper. The thing in the center of the room spun....
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