The Architect of Escape
The rain in Paris during the autumn of 1948 did not just fall; it washed the city in a shade of bruised indigo. For Sophie, the rain was a curtain, a veil that hid the edges of a life she no longer recognized. She lived in a house of velvet and silence, the widow of Marc. Marc had been a poet of the shadows, a man whose lungs had been ravaged by the war and whose mind had been consumed by a...
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