The candle burned low in the ruined chapel, its wax pooling like...

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The candle burned low in the ruined chapel, its wax pooling like tears on the cracked stone floor. I lit another one. Then another. By the time the last one caught flame, the young nun across from me had not moved from her knees.

"I will tell you something that will make you doubt God, Sister Margaret. Something about music." She looked up. Her eyes were dark and steady, the way they are in paintings of saints. I wished I had someone to look at me that way. Not with pity. With understanding. The thing about music is that it does not belong to you. You do not earn it. You do not deserve it. It arrives in your life like a...

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