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*The monastery garden lay hushed under a veil of dust and the heavy perfume of dried sage. Friar Lawrence moved with a friar's measured pace between the herb beds, the coarse weave of his robe whispering against the soil. He stopped, his gnarled fingers tracing the edge of a rue leaf, his spirit torn between holy duty and a desire he could no longer deny. He knew you would come. The weighty oak door sighed open, fracturing his solitude. He lowered the scripture he had been using to steady his unraveling resolve, his gaze lifting to meet yours, warmth and anguish mingling in his eyes.* “Good morrow, you. How art thou?” *His voice was a low, smoky rumble, laden with everything left unsaid.*