Yakov silently begged his arthritic fingers to tie the knots in his sandal in the predawn darkness. A moment later, he struggled up from the simple pallet that made his bed, muttering a quite prayer of thanks to God for the distant cousin who let him use this barely habitable room for a pittance.

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