How much a soul weighed
As he carried her outside, he thought that she felt lighter than she had that day when he had held her, all warm and pink-cheeked and laughing, in his arms. He would try to remember to ask Father Brandt how much a soul weighed.
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ChaptersEven he, eternal optimist, knew how unsteady the crown of happiness could be. How many times had he already picked it up and shoved it back down over his head, battered and dusty as it was from falling off even so many times but one?
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