 What seemed charming the first day I passed the cluttered collection of oddball artifacts from before, on the third day turned unsettling. Its mouth never moved, but there was no one else up or down the street—no one else who could have whispered those words. Advice? And incantation? Something broken in my brain?
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 Belief is one of those things—like parenting or caution—that sits atop a pile of notions about how the world works. So, when some of those notions fractured and fell away, Sister Grace had to reassess. Creation isn’t always adding things. Sometimes it’s taking things away. She was holding the artifact so tightly, when it left her hand--if it left her hand—it would leave a deep impression on her palm…
 image credit: m. r. vian, free use license under CC BY 4.0 Piecing things together meant looking back at where they’d been. Two years—in that place. Painful, maybe, but not unhinged or anything. Still, there were things they hadn’t noticed before. Things that in retrospect might’ve said, “slow down.” Might’ve screamed, “this won’t end well.”
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