The Distant Summer

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The air in the great hall of the Abbey of St. Jude smelled of beeswax and the damp earth that had been dragged in on the shoes of the forty guests who had come to celebrate the appointment of the new Prior. I stood near the back, by the pillar that supported the vaulted ceiling, holding a chalice of silver. It was not my chalice, not in the sense of ownership, but I held it as one holds a child...

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