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February 12, 1984,

 

On February 12, 1984, one of the 20th century's most discussed mysteries died. Anna Anderson Manahan lived her final days in Virginia. A reporter at her home noted he could smell cat urine. This lady believed she was Anastasia, one of Nicholas II's children. Regardless of how she came to make this assertion, I have no doubt she did believe it at the end. She died before DNA testing could verify that she was NOT a Romanoff.

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