The Distant Temple

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You stand at the edge of the paved lot where the asphalt gives way to the jagged teeth of the gravel, and the wind here smells of wet iron and old rain, a scent that has clung to the uniform of the State for decades, refusing to be scrubbed away by any amount of hot water or industrial detergent. You are a senior investigator, a man who has spent thirty years staring into the abyss of human...

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