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I rubbed my eyes, putted back my glasses and removed them again. It was true. We could see the falling rain.
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« I can’t believe it ! This shop seems alike one century ago! » I said consulting the current view of the street. Cassie was quaking, on the verge of a nervous breakdown. « It moved ! - What ? » I grasped the photograph without fit the gloves and took...
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‘153 Bercqueuil lane, January 18, 1906’ I opened my laptop and lunched a quick research of this address, whilst explaining to Cassie what I knew. « Are you sure you know all the other places ? I know pretty well the city but everything changed so much…...
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I couldn’t call into my mind only one photograph. It was an ordinary front window, quite charming, like we can found hundreds and hundreds. The windows seemed to be full of dust and there was nobody in the framework of the picture. I pointed the image...
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They were all there, before my eyes, frozen in a distant era, window to the time. All these places about which Hannah told me at least once, where I hoped to find her back. They symbolized to which extend I had changed. Never before I would have called...
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Cassie pulled on the white gloves kept for the consultation of precious document and gently got out the little batch holding the number « 74.3 ». « They are pictures of the city ! » marveled Cassie looking at the keys. I observed it as well. I knew these...
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Inside the box, well wrapped in tissue paper, were one hundred ancient photographs. Photographs taken in the 1990's.
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The second basement was fresh but better maintained than stock of friable books sheltered by the university. Maybe because there were no books. In fact in this small room there were only boxes made of old and used cardboard. The mention « 130.73.8 - 130.75.5...
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In the public library hall, Cassie approached the reception desk and exchanged a few words with the employee. She presented her student card and a document testifying her permission to access the archives. As the librarian picked up her phone I crossed...
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This time I dared to formulate a comment. « I think we are a bit too lucky. Or at least that you are a bit too lucky. - What are you suggesting ? I could turn the question around and ask you why decoding Hannah’s messages seems that easy for you. - This...
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