The Distant Temple
There are two things you will never tell the truth about. The coat is the first. The raffle is the second. You were Arthur Pemberton, of Pemberton's Resale, at the dead end of Charter Street. The shop had one window. It faced a brick wall. That was the whole joke of your life, and you told it often. People called you the smiling man. The street was dying. The bakery shut in March. The...
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