
I watched the prioress bleed to death, horrified at what he had done, but there was more horror to see when I entered. When I followed the sounds of screaming into the chapel, I found a nun seated on the floor with her back against a wall. Her left hand was trying to cover the wounds in her neck, while her right hand touched a ten-inch silver cross on the floor. She gestured for me to approach.
When I came closer, she said, “Take this,” and handed me the silver cross. At first, it burned my hand, but after a few minutes I could feel energy pulsing throughout my body. I realized she had given me an opportunity to claim back part of my humanity. As I held up the cross, it no longer burned my hand. When I looked down, her head rested on her shoulder, telling me her agony had ended.
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