The Martyr's Ascent (V-09)
The year was 1793, and Paris was a city of blood and thunder. The guillotine stood in the center of the Place de la Révolution, its blade a silver sliver of fate that fell with a rhythmic, terrifying precision. The air smelled of gunpowder and old fear. Julian was a young idealist, a student of philosophy who believed that the Revolution could be a rebirth of humanity. He walked the streets...
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