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Miracle What of the girl, purposely blind,
Standing tall in the crisp-fallen snow?
She heard the announcement, saw the bright lights...
And yet she refuses to go.
I am the girl, resolute;
I may hear the footsteps tonight,
But I've no call to hark any angels;
I'll rather put up a fight.
It makes no sense that you'd work this way
Why here? Why now? Why for them?
Among the dust, among those that despise you,
Who would, rather than worship, condemn?
The soft, pale glow in the late-night sky
Shines on the footprints, steady and slow
As camels pass by me, laden with gold,
And yet I refuse to go.
What nonsense is this, that you would entrea
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Rope dug into Patrick’s wrists as he struggled to free his hands. His hot, damp breath washed over his face, trapped by the fabric sack secured over his head.
A floorboard creaked. Patrick froze, his back rigid against the chair, and strained his ears. Another creak.
“Hello?” he called.
The sound of swishing fabric.
“Who’s there? Where am I? Why’d you bring me here?” Blurred memories swam through his mind: drinking at the bar; stumbling home; a shadow sweeping out from an alley.
Fingers grasped his chin and jerked his head upward. “Hush.” A woman’s voice.
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