The Last Stroke of Oil
(V-01: Victorian Melancholy) The fog of London in 1870 did not merely cling to the cobblestones; it seeped into the very marrow of those who dared to breathe it. For Clara, the fog was a sanctuary. Inside her studio, the air was thick with the scent of linseed oil, turpentine, and a quiet, suffocating despair. She painted portraits of the city's elite, capturing the hollow gaze of women in...
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