The Distant Temple
The rain fell in sheets, weighing down the slate roof of the ruined cloister until the stone groaned under the accumulated tons of water. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the nave, his breath coming in ragged, wet gasps that tore at the lining of his lungs, while he counted the minutes since the last coughing fit had left him bent double over the altar. It had been seven minutes; he knew...
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