The Distant Temple
The Distant Temple The road to the mountain temple had not been climbed in thirty years, not since the flood took the lower village and the old people scattered to the winds. But Arthur Penhaligon remembered every stone, every root that had worked itself through the cracks, every handbreadth of moss that clung to the north face of the staircase where his father had sat, smoking, the day the...
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