The Distant Temple
The arch was sagging again, you said, pointing the laser level at the keystone with a tremor in your hand that you refused to acknowledge, and Thomas stood in the doorway, his face pale as the fresh plaster, waiting for you to tell him it was just wind. You were Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a structural engineer who believed in load paths and tensile strength, and you wanted to stabilize St....
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