Excerpt
PROLOGUE FRANCE DIDN’T FALL. It faceplanted. This wasn’t some slow, graceful decline of an old kingdom. This was a full-body collapse. The kind where the wheels fly off, the crowd’s screaming, and the guy in charge is still pretending everything’s fine. For most of the 1700s, France looked solid. Huge empire. Flashy king. Art, fashion, and influence. It was the center of the world, or at least it acted like it. But underneath all the lace and powdered wigs, the system was duct-taped together. The people at the top were rich, tax-free, and clueless. The people at the bottom were broke, hungry, and pissed. You don’t need a political science degree to guess where that leads. The numbers were...