Men like Enjolras belonged in books: those of ancient history, once the uglier facets of reality had been dulled by a forgiving editorial hand, or in poetry; in myths and legends that were by design exemplary, idealised projections, their heroes far too perfect to be wrought of anything but paper and ink.

If Cupid had struck Grantaire with an arrow of gold, he had surely struck Enjolras with an arrow of lead.

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Grantaire invites Enjolras into his studio, beginning a slow but profound shift in their relationship.

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