A secret library existed beneath a cathedral. Its books contained no words — only vials of tears collected throughout centuries. Each vial held a different story of loss. A young monk spent years categorizing them and discovered something miraculous: every tear, no matter how painful its origin, shimmered with a faint glow. Sorrow, he realized, was not darkness. It was the light released when the heart breaks open.
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