Whispers of Elegance
Chapter One: The studio exuded the rich fragrance of roses, the light summer breeze teasing the garden’s trees, carrying with it the heavy scent of lilacs and the delicate perfume of pink-flowering thorns.
Lying on the Persian saddle-bags, Lord Henry Wotton smoked, the curls of opium-tainted cigarette smoke dancing lazily around him. His eyes caught the gleam of honey-sweet laburnum blossoms,…
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