The Distant Temple

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The notice was pinned to the harbor master’s door, the paper yellowing at the edges where the salt air had eaten it. It announced the autumn exhibition of local crafts, a mandate from the new magistrate to showcase the industry of the district. Willis Blount read it twice, the ink blurring slightly under the strain of his eyes. He was forty-two, a weaver by trade, though in Oakhaven the looms...

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