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It is a quiet night like any other in Martinaise.
The trees gently whisper Revacholiere’s old song through the rotten air, while Harry collapses beneath Jean’s apartament block.
his knees scraped against the wet concrete, as his body weakly called out for Dora, even though the memory of her should be long buried.
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