The Distant Temple

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The feast was loud. It was wet. It smelled of roasted pork and wet wool. The hall of St. Jude’s was packed tight. Bodies pressed against bodies. Sweat pooled on the stone floor. It was a good smell. It was a bad smell. It was the smell of the town. Barnaby sat at the end of the long table. He wore a tunic of rough gray wool. It was too big for him. The sleeves hung heavy. His hands were red....

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