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... n the mirror once, a long time ago. It was the look of someone carrying a weight they had never been allowed to set down.
"My husband would not appreciate me speaking of this to you," she said softly. "He buried her name along with the histories. He erased the murals. Burned the texts. He believes, perhaps rightly, that some wounds heal better when they are forgotten."
"But you don't forget."
"No." The word was simple and final. "I was there, Arthur. I was already his Que ...
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