The Distant Temple

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The rain in this place does not fall; it hangs, a grey, suffocating curtain that smells of ozone and old copper, and you are standing in the center of a street that shouldn’t exist, holding a crate of glass vials that are vibrating with a low, sickening hum, while your wife, Sarah, is three steps behind you, her face a mask of polite, terrifying confusion, asking you if you are sure we are in...

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