The Distant Temple
The carriage wheels groaned against the iron tracks, a rhythmic, metallic sigh that seemed to emanate from the very bones of the earth as it dragged itself toward the sprawling, soot-stained city of Ashworth, where the smoke of ten thousand factories rose like a grey shroud over the sleeping suburbs, blurring the line between the heavens and the human endeavor until they were indistinguishable,...
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