The Distant Temple
The rain did not fall so much as it was imposed upon the world, a grey, relentless weight that turned the streets of the old university town into rivers of sludge and reflected the neon flicker of the pharmacy sign across the way, a sign that promised pain relief in a world that had forgotten how to stop hurting. Eleanor stood in the center of the library’s atrium, her hands buried deep in the...
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