The Martyr's Ladder
The air in Paris during the Reign of Terror was thick with the scent of iron and fear. The guillotine, the "National Razor," stood in the center of the square, a silent predator waiting for its next meal. In the shadows of the city, a man named Lucien lived a double life: a low-level clerk by day, and a clandestine architect of political ascent by night. Lucien had found his project in a young...
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