[Claudia nods. Oh the things she could tell him. The hundreds of things she remembered and no other living person did, that no other living person even -knew- of or could imagine. And her thoughts turn to home as she studies the statue again. It's been a long time since she cried, after decades of solitude the tears just didn't come anymore.
She wondered whether the ruins she was always surrounded by, the statues and the broken pieces of marble, would ever be housed in a place like this. She hasn't yet found the Medieval wing, which would undoubtedly shake her even more.]
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She wondered whether the ruins she was always surrounded by, the statues and the broken pieces of marble, would ever be housed in a place like this. She hasn't yet found the Medieval wing, which would undoubtedly shake her even more.]