Late in the night a woman lay wracked with pain, convinced she was breathing her last. She had prayed for this. In a wild ecstasy of desire to commune with the truth of things, the woman had asked to fall sick in her youth and taste a portion of Christ’s suffering. The illness fell on her as she requested, and with it came sacred visions. Surprising herself, she lived to write them down.
© 2024 Andrew Klavan
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