The Palette of Souls
Paris in the 1890s was a fever dream of absinthe, velvet, and dying empires. Julian was a painter who didn't use pigments; he used empathy. He possessed a rare, synesthetic ability to perceive the emotional state of others as vibrant, swirling colors. A grieving widow was a deep, suffocating indigo; a corrupt politician was a sickly, iridescent yellow; a first love was a blinding, electric...
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