The Silk Manifesto
Paris, 1789. The city was a powder keg of hunger and hatred, and the fuse had already been lit. The air smelled of ozone and old blood. Julien was a man of fire. A former student of philosophy, he had traded his books for a pike and his comfort for the cause. He believed in a world where the word "nobility" was a joke and the word "equality" was a law. The Count de Valois was the opposite. He...
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