But her mind can't hold... «The Blind Assassin»

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  Betty_Stuart

  2 апреля 2016

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  But her mind can't hold him, she can't fix the memory of what he looks like. It's as if a breeze blows over the water and he's dispersed, into broken colours, into ripples; then he reforms elsewhere, past the next pillar, taking on his familiar body. Around him is a shimmering.

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