The Swan's Requiem
Henri lived in a village in Provence where the soil was the color of dried blood and the wind sounded like a choir of the damned. He was a poet of the twilight, a man who found more beauty in a dying leaf than in a blooming rose. He had saved a swan once—a creature of blinding whiteness trapped in a frozen pond. He had broken the ice with his bare hands, risking frostbite to pull the bird to...
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