Exile of the Soul
The winter of 1848 did not arrive in Europe as a season, but as a revolution. In the cobblestone streets of Vienna, the air was thick with the scent of gunpowder and the fever of change. For Julian Thorne, a man of the old aristocracy whose life had been defined by titles and the rigid expectations of the Habsburg court, the revolution was a mirror that reflected the emptiness of his own...
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