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Hannah held the bundle in the palm of one hand and carefully opened the folds of coarse linen that covered it until the robe was exposed. The garment was fine white linen, pure as snow; the old man facing her squinted a little -- his eyes seemed to worsen a little bit each year -- and reached out to touch it. His hand trembled slightly as his fingers ran over the fabric, and he nodded.

