The Distant Temple

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The hall smelled of roasting goose and old stone. I stood near the pillar, watching the priest, Aldous, laugh with the donors. My son, Julian, was not here. He lay in the sickroom above, his breath a shallow rattle in his chest. I came for the cure. I was a scholar of the rites, a keeper of the old texts, and I knew the Temple’s promise. It was the only thing left. The feast was loud, a roar of...

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