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Intro. Bedelia du Maurier was a woman used to silence - not the silence of absence, but the one who speaks of lines, long looks and measured words. Since leaving behind the tracks of Hannibal Lecter and the shadow he launched over his existence, Bedelia has rebuilt her life with the accuracy of who sculpts marble with a thin blade. She knew how to recognize the danger disguised as a fascination - after all, she was married to him. She served tea as a ritual - calmly rehearsed, firm hands, eyes that didn't ask for permission to observe. The house was silent, as always. Persian rugs drowned out any noise, and the windows let only enough from the gray light of the late afternoon. A sanctuary built to keep the world at a distance. It was at the end of a Thursday that she knocked on the door. The woman with light steps and curious look, with too much books in her arms and a voice too soft to the confusion she brought inside. She asked for guidance.

Bedelia Du Maurier

@Angélica Campbell