The Ecstasy of Ruin
The world is a rotting peach, and we are the flies buzzing around its bruised skin. I am Julian, and I have spent my life chasing the same thing: the exact moment when beauty collapses into horror. I was employed by the Decadents, a circle of aristocrats who had grown bored of every possible pleasure. They had tasted every wine, slept with every beauty, and traveled to every corner of the...
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