I let the feelings wash over me as the shadows of the painted lady appeared inside my mind… with voices calling to me from the past, from my dreams, and from the real life B&B with its ominous dungeon, curt manners and bizarre possibilities. Those voices and the images behind them would remain with me, giving me courage to endure. The women who’d walked its corridors with fear clutching their hearts and cunts; who’d slipped into its cellar and survived, who’d given up lives to make themselves whole were with me in spirit. I was another of Haliday’s guests to find the simple truth of slavery and the easy peace within its arms.
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Alexandra’s Awakening
Alexandra’s Dilemma
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