The Seven Washings

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I The soap smelled of lavender and something else—something sharp and chemical, like the disinfectant his mother had used in the hospital before she died. Seamus O'Brien held the bar of soap under the faucet and watched the water run over it, clear and cold and endless. He had been in Dublin for three weeks. Three weeks of his uncle's loud voice and his aunt's cold eyes and the smell of damp...

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