Time faded memories (as prayed God might), healed wounds said do. bega — Orhan Pamuk, Museum Innocence

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Time had not faded my memories (as I had prayed to God it might), nor had it healed my wounds as it is said always to do. I began each day with the hope that the next day would be better, my recollections a little less pointed, but I would awake to the same pain, as if a black lamp were burning eternally inside me, radiating darkness.

Orhan Pamuk, The Museum of Innocence

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