I found this picture online, and decided to make it Gwen's dress in this chapter.
Part 6:
linkCamelot Speakeasy, Chicago, 1929
kbrand5333The hard soles of Arthur Pendragon’s shoes echo on the metal stairs hidden behind some trash bins in a dank back alley. He trudges down the stairs and reaches a thick metal door, on which he pounds with the side of his fist. He waits.
Seconds later, a hidden panel slides open, and a pair of blue eyes peek out at him. “Password?” a deep voice asks.
“Open up, Percy, it’s me,” Arthur says crossly.
Always the same thing with this one. It’s my damn club. I don’t need to give the password.“Password,” he repeats.
“Percival. I...
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