The Porcelain Beast
The castle of Valerius sat atop a jagged cliff, its white spires piercing the bruised purple of the Alpine sky. Inside, the halls were a gallery of silence, filled with sculptures that seemed to breathe if you looked at them long enough. Julian was a painter of ghosts, a man who sought the "absolute form"—the point where beauty and death intersect. He had been invited to the castle by the...
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