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Post by Rhi on Jul 7, 2019 18:02:29 GMT
Evrard Spanghero, second son of a shoe merchant in the rural town of Brem, Pays de la Loire stepped off the carriage and took a deep breath of the Parisian air. He grimaced at the smell, sure he’d get used to it in time, then smiled a self-assured smirk. He was here.
He glanced around, then took a step forward into his future, the only question on his mind being which regiment of the military would afford him the most opportunity, the most fortune, the most glory.
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