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” “Why in Heaven’s name should I forget?” he cried. ” His eyes were squeezed shut. "Few stay more than a day. Aside from some loose coin and a trunk key, there was nothing in the pockets: no mail, no letter of credit, not even a tailor's label. My last foster father in Alabama before the Becks was a heavy drug abuser. He looked like a French boy soldier she had once glimpsed marching towards his death in one of the battles they would later call the Hundred Years War. Hers were less noble, yet stately. But she no longer obsessed over heresy, no longer did she feel cursed by God. ” “I was late.
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