Thank you Daniel for sharing another chapter with us. 🙂
To have prescience of my future, I must know my past and the struggles of my ancestors. – Hyperion Sturm
The hall of mirrors and pigmented memories on canvas bordered in elaborate gold leafed frames spun lazily in an erratic path like the flight of bees. Alexandra heard the buzzing vibrato of diaphanous insect wings in her mind as she struggled to maintain her erect posture and attentive smile. She wove her arm inside the crook of the Viscount’s elbow and held him tight to steady herself.
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