The sublime darkness of tonight held some deep secrets. There was a figure, walking slowly through the streets of central Paris. He was aware of his destination, but the route, he took was dangerous. He was holding a bag, containing confidential information. He has to deliver it to the right address, but the guilt of betraying someone was making him scared. The streets were deserted, and there was not a single cricket chirping tonight. The thick cover of clouds was covering the sky, and the cool air made him shiver. He peeped through his tired eyelids, and crossed the street towards the big wooden door of a house.Knocking three times, in a decided order of code, the door swung
open. The man was welcomed inside.
He handed his bag to another man, and rushed back towards the door.
"Richard, stay for a drink tonight?"
He shook his head,"I can't. You are always kind to ask,even though my answer never changes."
"I try my best to make you stay."
The other man chuckled while unzipping the bag.
"Atleast, stay till I see this"
Richard turned around and took a seat near him.
"He's a fine young man."
"Just like his father."
The man took out a bundle of photographs from the bag. The black and white pictures of none other than Marcus Breton.
"Where's he staying?"
"At Mrs.Renard's."
"We have to extract him out of that place as soon as possible. I want to meet him."
"Let him find his way around." Richard rubbed his eyes.
The man nodded sadly.Richard stood up and spoke," I need to leave now. I'm too tired to stay awake."
"You better go home then." He shook his hand and escorted him to the door.
"See you around,Alexander.Say hello to Alice."
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JULIET'S QUILL
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