The Distant Promise

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The bell tolls. It is the hour of the feast. You stand in the refectory. The air is thick. It smells of rot. It smells of honey. You are a stranger here. You are an exile. Your feet hurt. The stone is cold. They look at you. They do not know your name. You are the new brother. You are the penitent. You kneel. The wood creaks. You wait for the food. Father Elias approaches. He is tall. His face...

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