The truth heals.
March 13th 2008 The crowd forms early outside the municipal building - a long, spacious, brick auditorium with barred windows and puddles on the slate-colored floor. Husky women in bright patterned dresses fan themselves in the shade; three stout nuns - wide and boxy as fullbacks - nod their crisp white habits with small, agitated flourishes, crucifixes bouncing from their bosoms. It’s half-past eight on a Wedn
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