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She laughed when she spoke of it — a small, incredulous sound that did not ask for pity. “People say woman must not speak, must swallow,” she said. “But how do you swallow a furnace?” She cupped her hands, and for a beat the river’s black surface held two moons: one above and one below, both wrenched perfect and trembling.