The Distant Temple
The rain did not fall so much as it persisted, a gray, relentless curtain that turned the cobblestones of Millhaven into a slick, reflective mirror of the overcast sky, and Eleanor stood at the window of the clinic, watching the water bead and slide down the glass with the slow, deliberate patience of a creature that had never known haste, her fingers resting against the cold pane as if seeking...
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