The Distant Temple
Chapter One Silvio Rinaldi had worked the Rinaldi estate grounds for twenty-two years, a tenure that entitled him to a pension he was now certain he would never see, owing to the shifting of the old temple ruins in the courtyard. The snow was melting into the coal cellars, a slush that smelled of iron and old rot, and the single bell that structured the day had just struck the hour for the...
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