The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 196

“Mon amour?” Evelyn said. (My love.)

The effect that voice had on her psyche was the equivalent of dropping an anchor while running the engines at full steam. It arrested her momentum even as her body and mind actively fought against it. Clara found herself hating the speaker for taking away from this quiet place.

What makes the world go round?

“Nothing but love,” Clara whispered in sync with the music.

She opened her eyes in a flutter and focused on those emerald, green eyes. There was water welling at the edges of the eyelids, as though something had gone wrong… wait…

Clara had the distinct impression that those emotions were being transferred directly to her instead of being inferred… You’d think the world was coming to an end…

a cinematic black and white photograph of a stylish flapper with distinctive grey eyes, rich brown hair adorned with pearls and a feathered headpiece, waking up with her eyes aflutter, surrounded by the opulent atmosphere of an art-deco hotel room in 1925 high-class United States, featuring lavish furnishings, intricate patterns, and ornate details, with soft, golden lighting casting a warm glow, highlighting the subject's delicate features, such as full lips, porcelain skin, and a subtle, enigmatic smile, capturing the essence of luxury and elegance, with a shallow depth of field, blurring the background, and focusing on the flapper's mystique.

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