Prologue
The Shadow of the Guillotine
Paris, 1789
The night was restless, cloaked in a heavy silence that only the
weight of impending doom could bring. In the grand halls of the
Château de Valleroy, Geneviève stood alone at the window, her
delicate fingers brushing the lace curtains aside. Beyond the glass,
the city of Paris was burning with the spirit of revolution, the
distant flicker of torches lighting up the streets below like scattered
stars.
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