The Distant Temple

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The needle pierced the fabric with a dull, rhythmic thud that seemed to vibrate through the sole of my foot and up into the marrow of my shin, a physical counterpoint to the low, grinding threat of Mr. Grist standing in the doorway, his shadow stretching long and distorted across the warped floorboards of my cramped tenement. I did not look up, for to look up would be to acknowledge the debt...

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