The Distant Temple

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The rain did not fall. It hovered. Suspended in the air like a thousand grey needles, waiting for a command that never came. Elias stood in the square, his boots sinking into the wet cobblestones. The mud was thick. Cloying. It pulled at his shins. He did not pull free. He let it hold him. Across the plaza, the statue of the Founder stood. Bronze. Green with verdigris. His hand pointed upward....

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