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The Daughter of Time
- Form
- Form Novel
- Year
- Year 1951
- Pages
- Pages 210
A bedridden detective, bored flat on his back in a hospital bed, becomes obsessed with a portrait of Richard the Third and reopens the case of the princes in the tower, concluding from his sickbed that history convicted the wrong man.
The truth of anything at all doesn't lie in someone's account of it. It lies in all the small facts of the time.
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