"La memoire de notre doctrine... Vlamine," he said to me. The memory of our faith. It didn't feel right.
Those were our people. Those were our citizens. They are the ones who fought for us. A change of faith can't cause this to them.
My name is Vlamine. The French are planning to exterminate all who don't believe in Bonaparteism. My purpose, is to save the world. I'm only 13.
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