The Distant Temple
The rain did not fall so much as it struck. It hammered against the slate roof of the library, a rhythmic, industrial pounding that vibrated through the floorboards and into the soles of Elias’s shoes. He stood before the glass case, his hand resting on the cold brass rim. Inside lay the vial. It was no larger than a thimble, filled with a liquid that shimmered with an iridescence that had no...
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