The Distant Temple

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The rain in Ashworth City did not fall; it seeped, a persistent, copper-tasting condensation that slicked the cobblestones and made the air feel thick as old blood. Mara Holloway walked with a rigid, deliberate pace, her hands clasped tightly around a small glass vial in her coat pocket, the weight of it pressing a cold, heavy ache into her palm that seemed to radiate outward, sapping the...

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