You are cruel, she wrote. You are stronger than cruelty, he replied. * In the present, a woman languishes in a dungeon cell whose windows look out upon a cursed king’s dead lovers. In the past, a little girl kneels…
You are cruel, she wrote. You are stronger than cruelty, he replied. * In the present, a woman languishes in a dungeon cell whose windows look out upon a cursed king’s dead lovers. In the past, a little girl kneels…

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When I was twenty-two, I ran away to Prague, where I now sing to my black cat (who collects dustballs in her whiskers), eat chocolate for breakfast, and have lemon tarts every Thursday.