The Distant Temple
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a persistent gray mist that soaked into the bones of the old stone building and settled in the joints of the men who worked within its walls. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the briefing room, a room that smelled of damp wool and stale coffee, his eyes fixed on the single, bare window where the light seemed to struggle for purchase...
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