The Distant Temple
The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a sound, a low, resonant hum that rose from the foundations of the city of Oakhaven like the groan of a dying whale. It was a Tuesday in November, the air thick with the scent of wet coal and impending rain, when the sky above the industrial district turned the color of a bruised plum. Elias Thorne, the city’s foremost investigator of anomalies,...
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