Miriam sat alone in her small, austere room within the ancient monastery, the heavy silence pressing down on her like an unbearable weight. The flickering candle cast elongated shadows on the stone walls, mirroring the turmoil within her. She stared at the pages of her scripture, but the words blurred together, offering no comfort or clarity.
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