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Father Ben Costanza walked through the narrow gate from St Giles and stepped into the heart of Blackfriars, a Dominican Permanent Private Hall of the University of Oxford. Despite the ever-changing matters of faith and internecine squabbles of the Church, not to mention the malleable face of the university, this small quad was one of the constants in Ben's life. Along with his morning constitutional walk around the University Parks, of course, and a neat espresso from Taylors on the corner of Little Clarendon Street. He hummed a few bars from Mozart's Benedictus, a smile on his face as he recalled the early-blooming flowers in the park. It was a blessing to have another day in this beautiful city.
Ben rather liked Mondays. Sunday was always a workday if work related to the church, and
