Dark Summer in Bordeaux

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There are days, even in the bad times, even the worst, when you can still believe in the future, like that six o'clock in the morning three weeks ago when the bell rang and Dominique was there. Dominique, pale, wretchedly thin, exhausted, his hair cropped, but nevertheless Dominique. Lannes held him in his arms, neither able for a moment to speak.