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“Sahte umutlarla kendimi aldatmamıştım. Ben tanrıçaydım, o ölümlü, ikimizde mahpustuk. Ama mühürler balmumuna nasıl bastırılırsa yüzünü işte öyle zihnime bastırdım, böylece yanımda taşıyabilecektim o yüzü.”

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