The Great Upheaval
The streets of Paris in 1789 were not merely roads; they were arteries of rage, pulsing with the heat of a thousand desperate hearts. Julian Thorne stood on a balcony overlooking the Place de la Révolution, the scent of ozone and gunpowder clinging to his velvet coat. He was thirty, a man of the nobility, but his soul was a relic from a future that had already happened once. In a previous...
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