The Distant Temple

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Every man in the mill town of Alentejo knew the taste of the factory whistle key, a cold brass taste that sat heavy on the tongue like a secret kept too long. Afonso Yanes, thirty-four and hollowed out by the strike, stood in the break room of the cooperative, listening to the hum of the vending machine and the distant, muffled piano playing through a window somewhere in the dark. He was a...

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