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... our principles."
The train pulled into Gare de Lyon just past dawn.
Outside, the early Paris fog spread over the platforms, blurring the edges of the city.
Inside the carriage, Moreau sat quietly by the window, watching the station come into view.
His coat was buttoned to the collar and the carved wooden figure from Tomas sat in his breast pocket.
Across from him, Renaud shifted in his seat, stretching his good arm.
"You think anyone’s going to ...
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