The Ink of Eternal Autumn
Paris in 1910 was a city of gold and ash. Chloe was a woman of contradictions—born into a family of rigid academics who viewed her artistic inclinations as a symptom of hysteria. She was a ghost in her own home, a girl who spoke in whispers and thought in vivid, forbidden colors. Then she met Lucian. Lucian was a poet of the gutters, a man who lived in a garret that smelled of absinthe and old...
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