The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The knife was stuck in the root of the turnip, the blade buried to the hilt in the damp, fibrous flesh, and I stood there in the dark kitchen of the Abbey of St. Jude, my hands slick with the cold water of the sink, waiting for the wood to swell or the metal to loosen, though I knew it would not. I was forty-two years old, the head cook for a community of twelve men and one abbot, and the...

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