Coffee. He grabbed it from the kitchen in a fog, stumbled into his studio, still half inside some ill-formed dream. Maddie was still dead to the world in her bed and probably wouldn’t stir before noon. The silence in the house was a thick, slightly g
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“You can’t just rewrite history.”
“Who said?”
“What?”
“Who said you can’t just rewrite history?”
“Well…the historians.”
“And who made them the gatekeepers of our past?”
“Their training, their PhDs…”
“And yet half of them can’t even agree with each ot
