The Requiem of a Class
The twilight of the Austro-Hungarian Empire in 1890 was not a sudden fall, but a slow, gilded decay. Vienna was a city of masks, where the waltzes of the ballroom drowned out the screams of the slums, and where the nobility clung to their titles like drowning men to pieces of driftwood. For Julian, the last scion of a house that had served the Habsburgs for three centuries, the empire was not a...
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