The Velvet Cage of Night
The Chateau de Valmont did not sit upon the hill; it clung to it, like a parasite feeding on the mist of the valley. It was a place of weeping willows and black marble, where the corridors were so long that one could forget the room they had started from. Julian was a man of color and light, a restorer of frescoes brought from Florence to breathe life back into the manor's decaying ceilings. He...
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