![]() Snow and stone and ghostlight, Karou's own footsteps and the feather of steam from her coffee mug, and she was alone and adrift in mundane thoughts: school, errands. On the riverfront thoroughfare, trams and buses roared past, grounding the day in the twenty-first century, but on the quieter lanes, the wintry peace might have hailed from another time. ![]() The falling snow and the early hour conspired to paint Prague ghostly, like a tintype photograph, all silver and haze. It was cold, and it was dark-in the dead of winter the sun didn't rise until eight-but it was also lovely. It seemed like just another Monday, innocent but for its essential Mondayness, not to mention its Januaryness. ![]() Walking to school over the snow-muffled cobbles, Karou had no sinister premonitions about the day. ![]()
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