The Reclamation of Stone
On the morning of her fifty-ninth day in 1921, Isabel Wentworth stopped being the woman Arthur had preserved. She had spent fifty-eight days being grateful. Grateful to the young couple who found her. Grateful to the doctors who woke her. Grateful to be breathing air that did not smell of chemicals and old stone. She had worn the modern dresses Eleanor bought her and smiled at the motorcars and...
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