The Cage of Two Faces
The mirror in the Beaumont townhouse was the first thing Isabelle de Montclair noticed when she arrived on Rue de Varenne. It was a full-length piece, framed in curved Art Nouveau silver, and it showed her face with an accuracy that felt almost cruel. Twenty-five years old, pale, dark-haired, with eyes that held a question she had spent her entire life avoiding. She had come to Paris at the...
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