The Price of Beauty
Paris in the 1890s was a fever dream of absinthe, velvet, and a desperate, clawing search for the Absolute. In the heart of Montmartre, in a studio that smelled of turpentine and old cigarettes, Camille lived a life of disciplined passion. She was a painter whose work captured the invisible—the ache of a sigh, the weight of a shadow. The "Contract" was a legacy of her father, a man who had been...
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