The Paris Illusion
The city had not forgotten how to be dark. The Great War had ended nine years ago, and Paris had dressed itself in silk and sequins to pretend the darkness was gone. But three streets east from the Place du Tertre, in the warren of alleyways that fanned out from the Seine like cracks in a cracked teacup, the darkness had not changed at all. It was the same darkness that had always been there,...
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