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“She knew herself the heart of a king buried in a sepulchre (in the land of his love) while the body of the king is elsewhere. My heart lies buried in there like Coeur de Lion (or whoever it was) who had his heart buried at Havre (or wherever it was) and the rest of him buried somewhere else.”

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Book:Hermione
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Hermione

Hermione is a fictional narrative that delves into the personal journey of its title character, Hermione, as she navigates the complexities of her own identity and the world around her. The story is a blend of introspection and adventure, offering readers a glimpse into the challenges and triumphs of growing up. more

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