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The morning light in the Abbey of Saint Jude did not so much enter the refectory as it did settle upon the stone, a heavy, golden dust that seemed to hang suspended in the cold air, catching the eye of every soul present and demanding their attention before they could even bring their spoons to their lips. Brother Thomas stood by the heavy oak door, his hands clasped behind his back, watching...
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