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This Tree with all its Broken Branches It's a simple inscription, practically childish. Clint knows it by heart; spent long hours memorizing the feel of it beneath his fingers.
"VC," Allison says, looking back at Clint. "Was that…"
"Your mom," Clint acknowledges. The initials of her maiden name, not the legal, married one she'd had by then.
"And CH?" She doesn't mention the crudely-etched heart with the arrow poking through, or the words scratched underneath in Latin.
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