Chapter 14
Chapter 14
The gallery was a war zone of shredded canvas and pulverized marble. The air was thick with the acrid stench of cordite, pulverized plaster, and the metallic tang of fresh blood.
Clara lay flat against the cold floorboards, her hands clamped over her head as bullets chewed through the
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