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Closing it quietly behind him, he glanced in both directions, then peered into the trees a short distance away. In his mind’s eye, the winter storm ten years ago was replayed. Looking at the steps where he stood, he remembered finding the infant, wrapped warmly in blankets and set gently against the wall of the Sanctuary, protected from the wind and falling snow.
Abruptly, Bosley looked away, and hurried down the steps and into the cover of the trees. He’d circle around to the side of the Monastery, where the roadway would take him to the village. By the time he emerged from the stand of trees, he could see only the bell tower. Turning in the direction Gage was taken, Bosley emptied his mind and allowed his feet to carry him away from safety and towards that which he thought to never r
