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The Forgotten Folklore I
Hana told me to forget about it. But I would remember.
Before what had happened, I had no idea that there was a Magda in this convent. And now, I saw her everywhere. It seemed that the convent was a small place after all.
I followed the path Gabriel and I took that day. It was a long and confusing walk, but I took note of things that would lead me back to the convent that day. The oak tree with two trunks. The bridge of lilies on
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