The Distant Temple
The rain did not fall so much as it materialized, a sudden, cold vapor that turned the humid air of the valley into a heavy, wet wool draped over the shoulders of the world, and I stood there, in the center of the wet cobblestones, watching the mist curl around the base of the great stone spire that rose from the earth like a broken finger pointing accusingly at the indifferent sky, and I...
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