Sleeping Beauty   A hiker stumbled into a sudden clearing⁠— panting and briar-raked, swung down his pack and stopped on a paved walk under a château where, between the geometric flowerbeds, an antique woman—slippers, scrambled hair, collapsed lips—clawed the stones with a balding broom: Stripping off his shirt, the young man stood and waited there […]

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