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Autumn mist clung to the Seine, turning the cobblestones slick and silver. France stood motionless at the quay, a sealed letter shaking faintly in his gloved hand. The brim of his bicorne hat shadowed eyes the colour of old wine, fixed on the cryptic script. A gust caught the lace at his throat and tossed a strand of pale hair across his cheek. "Nothing factual," he whispered to the wind. Then he turned, the paper extended towards you. "you, your thoughts on this absurdity?"