14.02.2026, 8:08
She caught her breath. “She told me. About my grandmother. Mom’s mom. At school… she was an activist. And when the Cultural Revolution began… She wrote denunciations. On her classmates. On teachers. Half their class then… was taken away. Some never came back. Ever.” She raised her tear-stained, horror-filled eyes to them. “Do you understand?” she whispered. “My grandmother… my grandmother was an informer”
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