When Amelia went into Davidson's office, she was not alone. She practiced a kind of ancestor worship. She could feel the hands of a quarter-million mothers, stretching back to neolithic days, resting on her shoulders. They spoke, their voices merged, and history came out of her.
6:56 AM - 16 Nov 2017
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