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ed it without
reservation. I thought myself the happiest woman that ever lived.
What changed, dearest Aimee', was a discovery that started with Vis
and ended with a tragedy. The tragedy was not something unusual or
dramatic, except perhaps to my story. Myr died. In the most simple of
ways, too. We were picking apples in the city orchard, doing our duty to
ourselves and our city, when fell from a branch and broke 's leg. The
leg never healed; indeed, it grew worse. Something within 's grew out,
burst in pain. Finally, slipped into that merciful sleep where the
embattled go to escape the pain, and never returned. died within a
month.
Bethsany wiped a tear from 's eyes as the girl named Brandy wrapped
her arms around her. "I am sorry, Momma," the young girl said, kissing
Bethsany's face.
Bethsany reached back and hugged her. "I will be find, Brandy,"
said softly. "It is an ancient tragedy. I know, that makes it no less
tragic, but the wounds of it have healed and now I face a world with less
fear. But perhaps with less love."
"Bethsany?" Aimee's face was stained with slight tears, like the old
matron's. "How did you come to le
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