The Distant Temple

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The torch was wet. Thomas held it against his thigh, feeling the damp wool of his sleeve soak through to the skin, while the river churned below the mill wheel in the dark. It was the year 1342, and the water ran high, swollen with snowmelt from the peaks. He wanted to keep the lease. He wanted to grind the grain. He wanted to live. The opposing force was not a man, but a decree, and the man...

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