He takes it and gives it a brief shake. "Enjolras. Paris, 1832."
He sits back again to sip thoughtfully at his water.
"It is...I'm afraid I do not understand how such a place is possible. How are you from three decades in my future and yet you have been here longer than I?"
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He sits back again to sip thoughtfully at his water.
"It is...I'm afraid I do not understand how such a place is possible. How are you from three decades in my future and yet you have been here longer than I?"