The Distant Temple

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Act I "You can't take the belt, Vernon, it’s your father’s." The words hung in the air, heavy as the wet wool of the coat Vernon wore, which smelled of stale kerosene and the metallic tang of fear. He stood in the doorway of the last union local hall, a room that had once echoed with the clatter of sewing machines in relay but now held only the silence of empty chairs and the draft from the...

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