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English: By the time Anika Rao heard Elias Venn speak a sentence he had never spoken, the exhibition was six weeks from opening. The voice came through a pair of studio monitors in the museum’s audio lab: low, deliberate, lightly roughened at the edges. It paused before the word justice, as Venn often had in surviving recordings, then continued through a paragraph taken from an unpublished letter written in 1974. Anika knew the letter. She had handled the original paper in the archive, wearing nitrile gloves while a conservator watched...
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