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“My husband had no one and that must be why some central part of him, some steady sense of who he was, had years ago gone like a mouse to hide away in its hole. But he could never admit the pain. He had to transmute suffering into a blade, to punish the world that made him suffer.”

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Book:A Room Made of Leaves
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A Room Made of Leaves

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Kate Grenville
Kate Grenville

Kate Grenville is an acclaimed Australian author, born on October 14, 1950. Her works are known for their profound character development and rich historical background, with notable titles including 'The Secret River' and 'The Nightingale'. more

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