The Faded Quadrant

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The feast was not for us, but we ate. That is the first thing to understand about the Convent of St. Jude’s, perched on the grey cliffs above the harbor. We ate the salted pork, the heavy bread, the thin wine that tasted of copper, and we watched the nuns in their black habits move like shadows through the candlelight. They were the keepers of the silence, the arbiters of the institution’s...

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