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βTemples are built for gods. Knowing this a farmer builds a small temple to see what kind of god turns up.
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βArepo built a temple in his field, a humble thing, some stones stacked up to make a cairn, and two days later a god moved in.
ββHope youβre a harvest god,β Arepo said, and set up an altar and burnt two stalks of wheat. βItβd be nice, you know.β He looked down at the ash smeared on the stone, the rocks all laid askew, and coughed and scratched his head. βI know itβs not much,β he said, his straw hat in his hands. βBut - Iβll do what I can. Itβd be nice to think thereβs a god looking after me.β
βThe next day he left a pair of figs, the day after that he spent ten minutes of his morning seated by the temple in prayer. On the third day, the god spoke up.
ββYou should go to a temple in the city,β the god said. Its voice was like the rustling of the wheat, like the squeaks of fieldmice running through the grass. βA real temple. A good one. Get some real gods to bless you. Iβm no one much myself, but I might be able to put in a good word?β It plucked a leaf from a tree and sighed. βI mean, not to be rude. I like this temple. Itβs cozy enough. The worshipβs been nice. But you canβt honestly believe that any of this is going to bring you anything.β