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Consider this the antithesis of Iazarus.
Almost five years after opening the first pages of The Foxhole Court, here I am again right at the beginning crippled by obsession. When I wrote this there was no doubt in my mind that Nora Sakavic would ever emerge from the depth of whatever labyrinth she lurks in, there was no doubt in my mind that Jean Moreau would ever be touched again. But I was wrong. This entire story is wrong. It’s just another What If in the grand scale of What Ifs. This story gave me comfort to write for about four months of my life, spurred by a friend of mines late night musings. It may not be canon but it is tangible. If Renee had been there ten fifteen twenty minutes later, would she have found a body as good as dead? Every time Nora drafted this series Jean was a dead man from the first word he spoke at the Banquet, his character had relived death time and time again only for it to be taken away from him on the final word. And Lord am I happy he was given a chance to live another day and another life. The Sunshine Court is the closure Jean deserves and the journey the Trojans are yet to unveil, who could possibly ask for more.
Thank you so much for the support on this fic! I never expected 20 let alone 2000 people to read this. If there is inconsistency or spelling mistakes, blame me from three years ago because when I finished this I did not look back lol.
But mostly thank you Nora, for letting us learn to love a dead man.