The Distant Temple

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The rain fell on the cobblestones of the old district with a persistence that felt less like weather and more like judgment. Elias Thorne stood at the head of his cart, the wooden wheels creaking in protest against the wet slate, and watched the gate of the Institute for Civic Harmony close behind him. He was a man of precise measurements and quiet habits, a clockmaker who had spent forty years...

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