The meeting house had no windows. Jackson Sawyer noticed this first, on his...
The room was circular, perhaps twenty feet in diameter, with walls of unpainted pine and a floor of packed earth covered with woven mats. The air was warm and smelled of dried herbs and woodsmoke. Twenty-three people sat on the mats in a ring, their faces illuminated by the single bulb, their eyes fixed on the center of the room where Jackson stood. They did not smile. They did not nod. They...
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