Literature
The Sentinel's Wife
Be just, I beg you: let the girl who’s lately plundered me, either love me, or give cause why I should always love her! Ah, I ask too much – enough if she lets herself be loved. Cytherea might listen to all these prayers from me! Hear one who serves you through the long years: hear one who knows how to love in pure faith.
The upper room of the store nestled in the downtown area of Rome was a cluttered mess of collections and books. To some, this dust collecting room would be considered a waste of space. But not to him, he knew in his heart that to his wife, this room held deep memories. Every pile of assorted books from distant