The Distant Temple

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a steady, grey curtain that turned the world outside the factory windows into a watercolor smear of mud and rust. Elias Thorne sat at his workbench, the rhythmic clatter of the presses around him sounding less like industry and more like the slow, heavy breathing of a dying beast. He was a man of few words, his hands calloused and stained with the dark...

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