The Canvas of Lost Light
The ateliers of Montmartre in 1890 were a fever dream of absinthe and oil paint, a place where the air was thick with the scent of turpentine and the desperate ambition of a thousand starving artists. Leo was the youngest among them, a boy whose eyes saw colors that didn't exist in nature. He lived in a garret that leaked when it rained and froze when it snowed, his only possessions a few...
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