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" The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. "

The Abbott’s Reckoning

Then the chapel bell rang—once, twice, three times—and he straightened his back. He walked down the winding stairs, his sandals slapping the worn granite. When he pushed open the heavy oak door, sixty faces turned toward him, expectant. He stepped to the lectern, opened the worn leather psalter, and began to read in a voice that did not waver. abbott

For one hour, he believed it. And that was enough. " The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want