The Distant Temple

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The rain fell in sheets. Gray. Cold. It drummed against the windows of the farmhouse. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool and old wood. Elias stood by the stove. He held a cup. His hands did not shake. They never did. He was a man carved from stone. A soldier. A keeper of order. He wore a long coat. Dark green. Heavy wool. The collar was turned up. It hid his neck. It hid the...

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