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Liz: [narrating] As life progresses, images blur. All that remains are memories. Some of them true, some of them false. I remember her well - at least I think I do. She was a warrior. In the old century, you had to be in order to survive.
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Nathan: [about Liz] She belongs in hell, Reverend.
Charlotte Croft
Extended Reading
