The Distant Temple

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The coat was heavy. It was a thing of charcoal wool, thick and dense, smelling of mothballs and the damp stone of the cellar where it had hung for forty years. Arthur Pendelton held it over his arm as he walked out of the rectory, the fabric dragging slightly against his trousers. It was a fine morning in the town of Oakhaven, the kind that promised a crispness which would eventually break into...

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