The Distant Temple

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The rain had been falling for six hours, a steady, cold sheet that turned the gravel of the Blackwood Asylum courtyard into a slurry of mud and broken glass. Elias Thorne stood by the iron gate, his uniform soaked through to the skin, counting the seconds between the distant clatter of the tram and the wet drip from the eaves above him. He held the silver locket in his right hand, the metal...

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