Act I: The Palette of Longing
Florence, 1882. The city was a living canvas, a place where the light of the Tuscan sun turned the Arno river into a ribbon of molten gold. Clara lived in a small studio overlooking the Piazza della Signoria, her world defined by the scent of turpentine and the texture of coarse linen. She was a painter of ghosts—not the spectral kind, but the ghosts of emotions, the intangible ache of a...
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