The Temple, when they reached it, was unmistakable. It was an enormous marble building in a city of chrome and cement. It was three city blocks wide and five stories high; Wayne could not see from this angle how far back it extended. The facade was a colonnade, with massive stone columns standing four stories tall, all atop a long series of white marble steps. Wayne thought irreverently that there were no pigeons here to stain the integrity of the building’s design.
There was a wide expanse of open ground to set the Temple apart from the rest of the city, a large park with artificial grass and no trees. Wayne and John strode across it and climbed the long series of steps to the front door. There were other men around them coming and going all the time. The Temple was a busy place, obvious
