The Distant Temple

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The rain in Ashworth did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones of the High Street into mirrors for the grey, weeping sky. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood under the eave of the old apothecary, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the street. He was a man who had built his life on the architecture of order, a structure of rigid lines and predictable...

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