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My brother,” she said. “You mean ‘son,’” Sam said. “The correct English word is ‘son.’” Qiu Jin fell silent. She took a deep breath. Then she said, “My brother and my son.” The air thickened into a profound silence. Again, Sam couldn’t find the words to speak. What could he possibly say after such a horrific story? “Chen does not know,” Qiu Jin said. “Only Father and I know what we were forced to do. And now you.” “That’s why you’re here, helping me, because of what happened in Nanjing. All you’ve been through. All your family has been through.” “That is why,” Qiu Jin said. “We never fully heal from such deep wounds, but the deeper the wound, the further the light can enter our bodies and our souls.” She managed a faint smile, then added, “I have much light inside.
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