The Distant Temple
The letter lay on the dashboard of the patrol car, its edges curling inward from the condensation that had beaded on the glass for the last three hours, and Silas Vane read the typed words for the fourth time, his fingers stiff and white against the steering wheel as he tried to determine whether the ink was blue or black, though it looked to him only like a stain of finality. The medical board...
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