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Chapitre 3 : Formula Front [1] (Généralisation)
Finding no way forward, time passed. The cage closed in on them, until at last... ...the baby bird’s end drew near...
“Let’s leave this cage right now. Break me apart,” the puppet’s trickery claimed. And the cage broke just like that. But the crimson ̄stained puppet’s efforts only earned the words “You liar”... ...along with the baby bird’s tears, and the despair up above. There was no sky in that world.
Beyond the cage they’d broken was yet another cage. These two were one—leaving the chick alone, tricking the baby bird—these two were one. What will I do now that the cage is broken?
The sky was accusing, and yet what else could they have done...?
(Image)
The capital of Hardenfell, full of the sounds of Dwarves at work, as usual. Already two days had gone by since their meeting with Veig. Now, sheets of paper were raining over the underground city. Posted here and there, flying through the air, they showed a photograph of a blushing girl with her suspenders being tugged on, along with the following caption in the Dwarven tongue :
LOST MOLE
Til Age 84 Girl
Smooth as a dolphin
If you see her, contact “ ”, bitches
Partie 1
C/C
Références
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