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“Cette nuit-là, il est seul sans l’être vraiment, car les fantômes de son passé font sentir leur présence. Et le temps passe, comme il sait si bien le faire. Louis a perdu toute notion des heures. La nuit distend et tord le réel. Quand les premières lueurs de l’aube apparaissent, il est épuisé.”

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Book:Les Marches
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