The Palette of Agony
Paris in the 1890s was a city of contradictions—where the electric lights of the Grands Boulevards cast long, suffocating shadows over the starving artists of Montmartre. Juliette had been one of them, a painter whose brush could capture the precise moment a soul surrendered to grief. Her beauty had been her only luxury, a luminous grace that drew the eyes of the city’s elite, but it was her...
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