The Faded Portrait

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The ledger in my hands weighed exactly three pounds, four ounces, a weight I had measured twice against the brass scale on the refectory table before the brothers would permit me to touch the bindings. I was counting the hours of silence, not the books, for in the monastery of St. Jude’s, time was the only currency that held value, and I had spent forty-two years of my life accumulating a debt...

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