Post by a victorian rpg on Feb 13, 2009 20:26:55 GMT -5
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[/i][/font][/color][/b][/size]he human heart has hidden treasures,
In secret kept, in silence sealed;
The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures,
Whose charms were broken if revealed.
And days may pass in gay confusion,
And nights in rosy riot fly,
While, lost in Fame's or Wealth's illusion,
The memory of the Past may die.
charlotte brontë
[/ul]The candlelight flickers against the paling breeze. Between the yellowed pages of history, there lays a time of great change. Feel it in the air, listen to their whispers. Of love lost, and found again, of pain and sorrow, of family and scandal. This is Victorian London.
Previous memories have been held locked in those frail pages of time. But now, their stories are released. Their untold stories forever kept,
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