The Last Scribe of the Latin Quarter
(V-02: Jazz Age Idealism) Paris in 1924 was a fever dream of saxophone wails and absinthe-soaked conversations. In the Latin Quarter, where the ghosts of philosophers walked alongside starving poets, Julian lived in a room that smelled of old vellum and drying ink. He was a restorer of books, a man who treated a torn page with the reverence a surgeon gives a beating heart. Julian had spent the...
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