Contemplation

Brother Leopold appeared to be stuck.

"Get the Prior."

"Get Fr. Thomas."

He just smiled. Looking at nothing. As if a set of scales covered his eyes. It was a strange look, but the smile was stranger.

When he came to, still smiling, he said: "We've been wrong all along."

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