The Distant Temple

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The rain fell in sheets. It hammered the slate roof. I looked up. I saw the water. It ran down the gutter. It fell into the stone basin. It splashed. It hissed. It died. I am a maker of clocks. I have been a maker for forty years. My hands are steady. My eyes are sharp. I fix the gears. I oil the springs. I wind the keys. I keep time. I am good at it. I am the best. The town knows this. They...

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