The Distant Temple

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The loom stands against the wall. It is a heavy thing, made of oak and iron. The threads are white. They are tight. You pull them. You push the shuttle. It moves. It is quiet. The house is old. It smells of dust and damp wool. You are the keeper. You are the weaver. You are the priest. You are the fool. Your brother, Thomas, sits in the chair by the fire. He is young. He is pale. He is sick. He...

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