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The barber's wife lives
But she doesn't know it
For years, all she knew was poison
All alone, she wandered London
Her memories fractured
Her life erased
Even from herself
She saw a man she thought she knew
But could never put a name to a face
She knows the name Johanna
But recalls no connection
Her mind is a series of scenes
With no connecting plot thread
The barber's wife lives
The barber's wife doesn't know who she is
City on Fire
Beadle?!
(Who is Beadle?)
She remembers a demoness
A woman with a cold heart
Who'd toss her aside to get what she wants
(Or, rather, who she wants)
She warned him
The familiar unfamiliar man
And that was the last warning
That left her lips
The Judge…I have no time
The barber's wife lived
But she didn't know it
And he didn't know it
Until it was too late