The Distant Temple
The warehouse roof collapsed inward with a sound like a bone snapping, sending a cascade of corrugated steel and dust into the holding cells below. Elias Thorne did not look up from the ledger he had found hidden in a supply crate. He was forty years old, a border patrol agent with twenty years of service, and he wanted only to secure his pension to pay for his mother’s care. The opposing force...
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