The Distant Temple

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of the village square into slick mirrors reflecting the dull, bruised sky, and in the center of this wet, silent tableau stood Sergeant Elias Thorne, his hands empty, his chest heaving with the rhythm of a man who has just finished digging his own grave with a shovel that no longer exists. He was a...

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