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Parking
the
Audi
on
the
deserted
Place
Saint
-
Sulpice
,
Silas
exhaled
,
telling
himself
to
clear
his
mind
for
the
task
at
hand
.
His
broad
back
still
ached
from
the
corporal
mortification
he
had
endured
earlier
today
,
and
yet
the
pain
was
inconsequential
compared
with
the
anguish
of
his
life
before
Opus
Dei
had
saved
him
.
Still
,
the
memories
haunted
his
soul
.
Release
your
hatred
,
Silas
commanded
himself
.
Forgive
those
who
trespassed
against
you
.
Looking
up
at
the
stone
towers
of
Saint
-
Sulpice
,
Silas
fought
that
familiar
undertow
…
that
force
that
often
dragged
his
mind
back
in
time
,
locking
him
once
again
in
the
prison
that
had
been
his
world
as
a
young
man
.
The
memories
of
purgatory
came
as
they
always
did
,
like
a
tempest
to
his
senses
…
the
reek
of
rotting
cabbage
,
the
stench
of
death
,
human
urine
and
feces
.
The
cries
of
hopelessness
against
the
howling
wind
of
the
Pyrenees
and
the
soft
sobs
of
forgotten
men
.
Andorra
,
he
thought
,
feeling
his
muscles
tighten
.
Incredibly
,
it
was
in
that
barren
and
forsaken
suzerain
between
Spain
and
France
,
shivering
in
his
stone
cell
,
wanting
only
to
die
,
that
Silas
had
been
saved
.
He
had
not
realized
it
at
the
time
.
The
light
came
long
after
the
thunder
.
His
name
was
not
Silas
then
,
although
he
didn
’
t
recall
the
name
his
parents
had
given
him
.
He
had
left
home
when
he
was
seven
.
His
drunken
father
,
a
burly
dockworker
,
enraged
by
the
arrival
of
an
albino
son
,
beat
his
mother
regularly
,
blaming
her
for
the
boy
’
s
embarrassing
condition
.
When
the
boy
tried
to
defend
her
,
he
too
was
badly
beaten
.
One
night
,
there
was
a
horrific
fight
,
and
his
mother
never
got
up
.
The
boy
stood
over
his
lifeless
mother
and
felt
an
unbearable
up
-
welling
of
guilt
for
permitting
it
to
happen
.
