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The Paradox of Us. Chapter 3
The winding streets of Montmartre smelled of fresh bread and turpentine, of rain-slicked stone and the faint metallic tang of the funicular cables overhead. Lucian's polished oxfords clicked against the cobblestones as he climbed, each step sending a jolt through his still-tender ribs from the crash landing of his last temporal jump. The chronometer beneath his sleeve burned now, its pulse irregular and feverish against his skin.
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The Paradox of Us. Chapter 2
The Parisian night clung to Lucian Devereux like a second skin as he stepped out of the taxi, the humid August air thick with the promise of rain. The cobblestones glistened under the flickering streetlamps, reflecting the garish neon sign of Le Fantôme Bleu in rippling waves of electric blue. Somewhere in the distance, the Seine murmured its eternal song, while closer at hand, the sounds of jazz and laughter spilled from the club's half-open door like champagne from an overfilled glass.
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The Vanishing Heart
The streets of Paris buzzed with the rhythm of a city that had seen centuries come and go. Amidst this timeless backdrop, Charlotte Duvier, an art curator known for her meticulous eye and icy demeanor, found herself standing before a painting that had been lost to history. The work was a faded portrait of a woman, with eyes that seemed to follow you, even as the layers of paint had started to peel. Yet it was not the subject that captivated Charlotte—it was the letter she discovered hidden behind the canvas, tucked carefully within a hollow frame.
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