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| *The original photo is of an FA Cup Final Tie programme from 1947 |
Sometimes in her
dreams she could hear the King talking to her...but, of course, Kitty never saw his
face. Nor could she recall what the
apartment looked like that had been her home during her long stay in the Interior. The much-faded scar where the Minister’s
knife had gone into her side failed to jog her memory. Even when Kitty went to visit the Minister’s
grave, she found no marker, presumably because no one had known who he
was. Its absence only heightened her
sense of unreality. Not for the first
time did she wish Jack could remember his trip there, if only to validate her experience. But she seemed
fated to just forget more and more about the Interior until, somehow, it would
cease to exist in her memory at all.
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