And she would have rushed to him, if she had not been forcibly withheld by her son. Bir gece, deniz kıyısındaki eski bir mağarada antik bir harita buldu. ‘Where are you taking me?’ she asked, assuming a fearful accent. She stood there limply and did not act to resist him. When he was concentrating, deep shadows formed under his gray eyes. She cursed the treachery of memory, its frailty and spottiness.
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