The Distant Temple
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the horizon and turned the cobblestones of the old estate into slick, black mirrors reflecting the skeletal branches of the dead oak trees. Elias Thorne moved through the corridor with the heavy, rhythmic precision of a man who had spent thirty years navigating the narrow, confined spaces of military vehicles and...
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