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    Wherein the war keeps getting worse and Remus probably isn't the spy.

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    27 Feb 2018

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    The centre cannot hold by kaydeefalls
    The darkest parts of the first war, written in the most beautiful prose
    Heartbreaking

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    一战经典狼星

    这条评论杀了我……

     

    Just realised on rereading that , Remus after James and Lily's death and Sirius's capture, looking back on the 'I KNOW IT'S NOT YOU I AM SORRY' comment might have interpreted it as Sirius's confession as the spy...

    我才意识到,在詹姆和莉莉死后,小天狼星被捕后,莱姆斯回想起“我知道不是你,我很抱歉”这句话,可能会把它理解为小天狼星承认自己是间谍……

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    The story is structured in a series of alternating vignettes from Lily’s and Remus’ point of view. It’s poignant and beautifully written, like stark snapshots of their last days, slowly growing more desperate, more sad and heart-wrenching. The pain and despair of the first war is overwhelming.

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    She wants to scream, to throw things, to completely lose control for just five minutes. She was not made to sit at home and tend the child and wait patiently for her husband to return. She refuses to play Penelope as the world crumbles around her, the war that never ends reducing the best and brightest of their age to empty husks as she sits at the window looking out to sea and weaves her own shroud. This is not who I am, she whispers to her son in his cradle, this is not who you need me to be.

    She would gladly give her life for her child, but not like this, not like this.

    The centre cannot hold by kaydeefalls

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