The Distant Temple
The pen slipped from Elias Thorne’s fingers and struck the metal table with a sound like a small bone breaking. He watched it roll to the edge, hesitate, and fall onto the concrete floor of the interrogation room, where it lay still and useless in the gray light. Across the table, the suspect, a young man named Kael whose jacket was too thin for the November cold, stopped shifting in his chair....
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