At the Villa, Evy had to sleep with a blanket pulled tight under her armpits, her arms ramrod straight by her sides, to insure that her hands couldn't wander. Socializing was virtually forbbiden. Nobody ever told her the reason for these rules.
One night in March, 2021, Evy Mages, a photojournalist in Washington, D.C., opened her laptop and, with trembling fingers, typed into Google the address of a villa in Innsbruck, Austria. For decades, Evy, who was fifty-five, had been haunted by memories of the house, where she had been confined for several months, starting when she was eight. She could still picture its pale-yellow exterior and the curved staircase and dark-wood panelling inside, but she’d kept what happened there a secret—even from a therapist whom she’d credited with saving her life. Evy’s memories of the place had become dreamlike, simultaneously vivid and vaporous.
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MOMMA MIA
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INTERNATIONAL AFFAIRS
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NATURE STUDIES
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WHAT GOOD IS MORALITY?
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THE SPOTIFY SYNDROME
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THE LEPER - LEE CHANGDONG
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YOU WON'T GET FREE OF IT
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TALK SENSE
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TO THE DETECTIVE INVESTIGATING MY MURDER
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