Elias’s wife, Clara, was now in the East Wing. She had dementia, and according to the town's rigid traditions, she was to be kept there—fed, watered, but ignored.
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Elias made a choice. He pulled his chair beside her, took her hand, and began to talk. He spoke about their first dance, the smell of her lavender soap, the way she used to laugh.
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