I don’t have to take this shit. 32 The curtains and tapestries had appeared over the windows before Marina had died, growing moldy from the dampness and the oils of lavender, clove, and clary sage soaking them. I would speak with you. “Anna,” she cried, “you must believe me. I was a novelty.
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