The Distant Temple
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the streets of the city into a series of wet, reflective pools that caught the fractured light of the streetlamps. You walked with your head low, the collar of your coat turned up against the damp chill that seemed to seep through the wool and settle into the marrow of...
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