The Distant Temple

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The fog did not roll in so much as it exhaled, a thick, grey breath that smelled of wet wool and old copper, coiling around your boots with the deliberate, viscous patience of a predator that has already decided you are prey. You were Elias Thorne, forty-two, a border patrol officer with a uniform that had seen better decades and a heart that had seen worse ones, and you were running, your...

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