The Distant Temple

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Vincenzo Lombardi, thirty-two, a stonecutter whose hands had not felt warmth in three winters, stood before the final pillar of the shrine. The mortar was wet, a paste of ground bone that smelled of iron and old rain. It was the only mortar in Sicily that could bind stone to stone against the tide, and it was the only thing keeping the village from drowning in the encroaching winter famine. He...

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