We have only those phantoms called memories, which are the husks of dreams. 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. Her unnatural calm was giving way. "Hell's curses!" roared Jonathan. ‘You do not understand, Gérard.
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