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Chapter Ninety Eight — The Architect

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She didn't open the paper in the car.

Not because she didn't want to. Because she had already read it in the hospital room and the name was sitting in her head doing the specific work that significant names did when they first arrived. Rearranging things. Connecting to other things. Making her question what she thought she understood.

Lorenzo drove. She looked at the road and let the name move through her mind and followed where it led.

"Talk to me," Lorenzo said.

"I'm thinking," she said.

"Thi
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