There is a room in my mind that has no door. I did not choose it,...

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There is a room in my mind that has no door. I did not choose it, and I cannot leave it, and the worst thing about it is not that it is full of her—but that it is furnished exactly the way she would have wanted it furnished.

Her name was Charlotte St. Clair. She had hair the color of dark honey and eyes that were the kind of green that artists paint and then argue about whether they got right. She was nineteen, the daughter of Dr. Alistair St. Clair, a man whose name in Edinburgh meant the same thing that money means in New York or religion means in Mecca: an authority that does not need to raise its voice because...

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