She had imagined that prisons were white-tiled places, reeking of lime-wash and immaculately sanitary. Mild, you know, and boon. “You and Anna,” she said, “seem to have stumbled upon a mare’s nest. We don’t consider each other; we needn’t. Queens and Kings, as always, were made to be manipulated.
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