The Distant Temple
The rain fell on the asphalt of Route 9 like a static charge, a gray hiss that swallowed the sound of your engine. You were leaving the precinct, the badge hanging heavy against your chest, a cold iron weight that had grown too tight for the skin beneath your shirt. The car you drove was a loaner, stripped of identity, its windows tinted dark enough to hide the hollows under your eyes. You were...
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