The Distant Temple

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The rain in London did not fall so much as it hung, a grey and heavy curtain that blurred the sharp edges of the city into a smear of soot and wet brick. Silas Thorne, a man whose coat had seen better decades and whose spirit had seen worse, stood on the wet pavement of Charing Cross, watching the carriage wheels churn through the muck. He was a detective of the peculiar variety, one who...

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