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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
WHERE HEAVEN BENDS TOWARDS YOU
” March 1622
My heart dies for your letters.
You used to liken me to the Jewish Queen Ester.
Do you now spurn me because I refuse to embrace your Christus? Does this make me a heretic? So be it! But never have I denied the eternal soul of man as you so accuse. I wrote only that the mind informs us and is where mortal and immortal are confined.
Thus, I confine myself to Gheto Vechio…”
Blinded by tears, the old monk set Sarra Copia’s letter ablaze in the candle flame. “Bless me Father, for I have sinned.”