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This small domed building, (uncannily similar to another in Damascus), had been built as a place for worship, but had been twice abandoned. First the parishioners decided to follow more epicurean ways when a tattered book entitled IV washed up, (an excerpt, truth be told, of The Aeneid), and the raunchy tale of Queen Dido became a favorite beach read. Next the priest abandoned his church, having lost his followers, or his faith, maybe both. As the people of Ys gathered inside the Repository of the Temporally and Tidally Misplaced, digging through bleached gardening tools and bristleless toothbrushes, they began to say sorry to those they’d previously blamed for burglary and pickpocketing. Even after King Gradlon had a wall built around the city with a gate and a very large lock, the people continued to come here to apologize for things in general, and the domed building became a repository of reconciliation as it never had been during those days of churchly confession. ABOUT THE HEART

Once upon a time the exact location of the heart had yet to be determined. Few people found any correlation between that consistent, left-sided click—believed to be nothing more than a manufacturing glitch—and bodily longevity. If anything, this shared signature simply pointed at the presence of some solitary craftsman, single-handedly pushing out product, too proud or hurried to fix his oversight. When the clicking quickened, as it often did when the people of Ys swam at high tide, made public speeches or had sex, climbed stairs, looked into the face of a loved one, and ate high-calorie cheeses, they learned to perform

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