The Distant Temple

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The fog rolled off the harbor, thick and gray, swallowing the city of Ashford in a silent embrace. It did not smell of salt, but of coal dust and wet wool. Elias Thorne stood on the platform, his hand resting on the cold iron railing. He was a man of few words and fewer secrets, though the secret that gnawed at him was loud enough to wake the dead. He watched the train depart, the red...

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