Tag: Artemisia
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The Care of Flowers – 3/3
Atropa Belladonna smiled and brought herself to a seat between two bushes. With her naked feet dangling in the night air and her ivory mane she might have seemed as harmless and fragile as those terracotta dolls the Children of Men sold in one of San Marino’s shops. Even concealed as she was, Artemisia’s chest…
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The Care of Flowers – 2/3
Night came as it is wont to do: a thief with its wide black bag, spilling stars from east to west, leaving only a few thing alabaster lines lingering on the trail of the sun. Artemisia sat on a wide and comfortable chair at the edge of the roof garden. Her shop was closed down…
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The Care of Flowers – 1/3
As seen from the outside, the shop might have seemed utterly innocent. A tea room hunkered on the inner slope of San Marino’s hill, sitting on the very crest of the rock tide; on the one side large dark table that looked onto the cobblestone road, on the other the astounding view of trees and…
A. Montresor 