The Distant Temple
Chapter One The looms in the silk town clattered in a rhythm that matched the rain, a mechanical heartbeat that shook the dust from the eaves of the bed-sit where Dimitris Papadakis stood before the single hot plate, watching the water boil with the intensity of a man trying to remember his own name. He was fifty-four, a former architect reduced to the trade of a funeral singer in a famine...
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