PREVIEW
... the wind.
He walked alone through the streets of Paris, ignoring the faces, the noises.
Under his arm were sealed folders, blank on the outside but full with names.
Plans.
And truth.
The café was old, shuttered to most.
A wartime relic hidden behind the opera house.
No one would look for revolution here.
Inside, it was dark wood and the smell of stale tobacco.
Two figures sat at the back table, facing each other across unto ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
Chapter 70: Going Home (2)
Chapter 613 Husband and wife turn five
Chapter 99 Extra four
v2 Chapter 192 winter sun
