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the mahogany table. It stopped precisely at the edge of Julian’s empty placemat. “That is a truly fascinating narrative, Evelyn. Fascinating, but entirely fictional. Especially considering that Clara voluntarily submitted to, and passed, a comprehensive, grueling cognitive, psychiatric, and neurological evaluation just three weeks ago. She was assessed continue reading …