Relics of the Past

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Memories were funny things. They could make a man laugh. They could fill his eyes with bitter tears. They could warm him like a flame, or they could leave him cold. Whether a man looked back on his memories fondly, or wished for them to fade into nothing, those memories would follow him to his grave.

Rouen had been a beautiful place. The streets of Paris had been alive with a thousand bright faces. Mirthful people

WIP

[Csilla Angelis]

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