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All she could do was follow the noise, her fingernails collecting dust as they felt their way along the wall. A light flickered, offering momentary illumination to web-covered portraits whose eyes stared at her mournfully. As she arrived at the doorway, the whimpering stopped. #WriteCBC
October 2, 2025 at 1:27 PM
All she could do was follow the noise, her fingernails collecting dust as they felt their way along the wall. A light flickered, offering momentary illumination to web-covered portraits whose eyes stared at her mournfully. As she arrived at the doorway, the whimpering stopped. #WriteCBC
May 8, 2025 at 11:32 AM
The evening began as usual - drooling men, whispering women, eyes full of envy and desire. But moments later, Madame de Bouvoir’s blood froze as she saw the Salon's gaze had shifted away from her. At 16, it was her daughter, Amelia, who was now making the moustaches of Paris twitch and perspire.
May 8, 2025 at 11:32 AM
The evening began as usual - drooling men, whispering women, eyes full of envy and desire. But moments later, Madame de Bouvoir’s blood froze as she saw the Salon's gaze had shifted away from her. At 16, it was her daughter, Amelia, who was now making the moustaches of Paris twitch and perspire.