The Distant Temple

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The wool was still stiff from the shop, holding the shape of the hanger against my neck as I fumbled with the top button, my fingers clumsy from the cold that had crept into the rented room despite the iron stove’s glow. I was thirty-two years old, a clerk of modest reputation in Oakhaven, and I was trying to look like a man who did not need the validation of a man who owned half the town’s...

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