The Colors of the End
Lucien lived in the attic of a crumbling building in Montmartre, where the smell of turpentine and old paper filled the air. He was a painter who saw the world not in shapes, but in souls. To Lucien, every person emitted a unique aura of color—a shimmering, spectral map of their emotional state. Camille was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, but her colors were fading. She was a woman...
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