The next morning we walked around the Louvre while we waited for the Eurostar. The rooms were cold, and they all looked the same. He walked like he knew where he was going, but we passed the same winged marble statue three times. She was apparently the goddess of victory even though she had no head.

– Roseena Hussain, Novel in progress

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