This is a spoiler.  Mystery is less engrossing when solved.  Magic has a juvenile reputation much like those it serves.  Nevertheless some sinister redundancy beckons like the fascist baton; for even explained, a storyline set up over a century where only one detail is disputed (despite the dominant side being proven bloodstained with motive and factually impossible) sags under the weight of denial in tragedy hard to come by.  The giveaway is hounded by obsession.  The killers organized their fraud to give renewed fascination to the once forgotten, a barbaric capital gain on genocide that rankles with the adolescent and puerile minds of the funded politicians.  Relief is gained by mercy of research professionalism.  Deaf, I worked with librarians for four years and learned the agony of defeat or thrill of victory that attends each research question; and I drew upon such talent for hard work that unearthed a consistent and elementary fact that undid my captive beliefs.  The goal is not to withhold or build suspense but to show while telling.  The old themes are interesting and not at all in dispute, even the question did it happen that way?  The accusations implied by the method of repression, the litanies of death that punished this dissertation, darken matters.  Academics has proven an uneven ally in the right to know.