The Applause of the Abyss
Paris in 1899 was a city of beautiful decay. It was a place where the air tasted of absinthe and old lace, where the salons were filled with poets who worshipped the moon and painters who painted the shadows of their own souls. Julian was the prince of this decadent court, a man whose brilliance was matched only by his capacity for self-destruction. Julian called himself the "Archivist of the...
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