I grew up somewhere in the eastern Roman world, in the lands we would now think of as the Middle East. My father was rich, pagan and frighteningly possessive. He wanted me hidden away from men, suitors and the outside world, so he built a tower and shut me inside it. It was meant to keep me obedient. It did the opposite. Servants smuggled Christian writings into the tower, and I read them in secret. While my father thought he had sealed me away from danger, I converted. When he found out, he was

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