A school next to a prison is no joke, for the prison looks like a castle, and the prisoners all wear black masks outside.

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Karin Mikaelis, who lived from 1872 to 1950, was a Danish journalist and author.

Over the course of 50 years, Karin Mikhailis wrote more than 50 books in Danish, German,

and English. Her works have been translated into more than 50 books in Danish, German, and English.

Her works have been translated into more than 23 languages from their original Danish.

Michaelis' most famous novel, The Dangerous Age, has been championed as a groundbreaking work on women's rights.

It has since been adapted for film several times. And now, Teacher Jensen,

by Karin Mikhailis. If the school children had cared to look about them while they were playing hide-and-seek during recess,

they would have seen the sharp tower of a mighty building piercing the air beyond a distant clump of trees.

Unless you knew better, you would have believed that it was a castle,

where knights and beautiful ladies ate game off golden plates,

and on Sundays regaled themselves with macaroons, where the schoolchildren did know better.

They knew, forgot, and remembered again that it was a prison standing near them, where prisoners lived, each in his own cell, never seeing each other except at church, where black masks disguised their faces. They knew and forgot and remembered again.

Loritz-Thompson belonged there. Not that he had done anything to be ashamed of, God forbid,

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