The Distant Temple
The rain in the valley did not fall so much as it hung, a gray curtain that blurred the line between the earth and the sky. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the muddy track, his boots sinking into the churned soil with every step he took to keep moving. He was not a large man, nor was he particularly strong, but the weight of the iron box strapped to his back pressed against his spine with a...
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