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Paris, 1937.
A city cloaked in fog, secrets, and the scent of war.

Émile Verhaeren, a disillusioned Belgian agent posing as a police inspector, is pulled into a deadly game when he's ordered to prevent the assassination of Kurt Reiner, a high-ranking German chancellor visiting France under complete secrecy.

But Paris is teeming with shadows—spies from every side, femme fatales, corrupt diplomats, and ghosts from Émile’s past. As betrayal waits around every corner, Émile must navigate a labyrinth of lies, murders, and shifting alliances.

The question isn’t just who wants Reiner dead—
It’s who actually benefits if he lives.

A noir thriller set against the backdrop of pre-war Europe, Shadows in Paris is a slow-burning tale of espionage, loyalty, and the cost of truth in a city where no one is ever truly innocent.

Shadows in Paris

Paris – November 11, 1937 – 4:37 AM

The first mirror exploded by the banks of the Seine.

It wasn't an accident. Nor a ritual. It was a signal. And the answer came with force.

The Light Guard had crossed the Veil.

White hoods, light armor, eyes glowing with glyphs tattooed into their irises. They didn't march — they glided over cobblestone, guided by one purpose: to destroy what remained of the Brotherhood.

On Rue Saint-Antoine, the first spells collided with lampposts, shop windows, and bones. A Containment Guard was hurled against a wall. A group of young mages — rebels from the Quartier Magique — tried to fight back. One conjured a salt barrier.

A beam of light sliced through the boy's chest. His body turned to silver dust.

Claire felt the heat of the rupture like a fever. Every connection to the Veil now vibrated — calling, warning. Solène watched from the window.

— "The Light Guard doesn't make threats," Claire replied. "They make history."

— "I don't know who I'm helping anymore."

— "Then for the first time, you'll follow someone. And today, you'll follow me."

An underground temple of the Brotherhood, sealed since 1904, was broken into by force. It was empty — except for a symbol drawn in ash on the floor: a divided rose.

A Light Guard agent smiled when he saw it.

Outside, arcs of magical energy danced across rooftops. The gargoyles of Notre-Dame began to glow. And in the alleyways... shadows gathered. Forgotten members of the Veil were stirring.

And what would rise from it... no one knew.

Chapter 23 – The Broken City