The Athenian Artist
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Last published Fri, May 18, 2018
Women sometimes feel trapped. That's what Elysian feels. As a women in 145 B.C., she doesn't have many rights besides bearing children and taking care of the family and the house. Especially since she lives in Athens. And even worse. She's an artist. What troubles await her in this story?
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