It is a spring morning in New Orleans, 1843.
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Yet her resemblance to her mother is striking, and she bears two telltale birthmarks.
She has no memory of a "white" past.
But the young woman is property, the Slave of a nearby cabaret owner.
It is the face of a German girl, Sally Miller, who disappeared twenty-five years earlier.
In the Spanish Quarter, on a street lined with flophouses and gambling dens, Madame Carl recognizes a face from her past.
It is a spring morning in New Orleans, 1843