The Distant Temple

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The train hissed into the station, a long, metallic exhale that smelled of rust and wet coal. Elias Vance stepped onto the platform, his boots sinking slightly into the gravel. He carried no bag, only a leather satchel worn smooth by years of use. Inside, a single vial of clear liquid caught the gray light of the morning. It was not medicine, not in the way the city understood it. It was...

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