Levitsky bent to tie the last knot in the belt. He paused. His fingers hovered, trembling, over the final fastening. Still bent over, he raised his head to look at Dovid. “Dovid,” he said, his voice clipped, “it would be right for you to fasten the belt. You are his nearest family here.” Levitsky moved away from the white-clad body, and Dovid moved toward it. He took the ends of the white linen belt in his hands. This was the final knot, in the shape of the three-pronged letter shin, the first letter of one of the names of the Almighty. Once this knot was made, it could not be undone. He had
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