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... ily tree."
Ria refilled her glass to the near brim, spilling a little bit of red onto the table. She pulled a face, and I wasn't sure if she was upset about having to recall this particular moment in her life, or because gravity had stolen a few precious drops of her wine.
"When Silas went to rummage through the smoldering ruins of my father's house, he didn't just find notes and journals about me. Actually, I barely even crop out in any of his entries. He didn't need to document ...
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