Pluie tiède sur la ligne 6 Par : Camille Rosel
Poème : Le tunnel s’ouvre comme un soupir,Sous les toits trempés d’un Paris discret.La rame glisse, sans mot, sans rire,Dans les reflets d’un ciel de regrets. Les vitres pleurent un …
Chapter 14: The Silence After
Paris was quieter now. The rain had stopped. The river moved gently under the Pont Neuf, carrying away the last shadows of a storm no one would ever read about …
Chapter 13: Cold Tracks in Normandy
Description:The hunt for Julien Mercier takes Morel and Sophie beyond Paris, through rain-soaked roads and coastal winds. As they close in on Le Havre, secrets unravel, and the line between …
Chapter 12: The Second Signature
Description:With the false file secured and the attackers captured, Morel begins to believe the worst is over. But a single line of handwriting — one he knows too well — …
Chapter 8: The River Escape
Description:With armed men closing in, Morel and Sophie flee through an underground passage toward the Seine. But as the walls close in and the past resurfaces, Sophie reveals a secret …
Chapter 11: Curtain Call
Description:As night falls on the Opéra Garnier, Morel and his allies put their plan into motion. Beneath the chandeliers and velvet seats, a deadly performance begins — where every player …
Chapter 10: The Last Performance
Description:With a deadline hanging over their heads, Morel must choose between negotiation and deception. As Sophie faces the ghosts of her past, a desperate plan takes shape — one that …
Chapter 7: Saint-Cloud Shadows
Description:Guided by the coded message in the sheet music, Inspector Morel follows a trail that leads him outside Paris — to Saint-Cloud. There, at an abandoned estate, the silence speaks …
Chapter 9: The Safe House
Description:With danger closing in, Morel brings Sophie to an old Resistance safe house in Paris — now maintained by a woman who never stopped fighting in the shadows. But even …
Les marches froides de Nation Par : Jules Avenel
Les marches froides de Nation,Usées par des milliers d’attentes,Gardent en creux des abandons,Et des histoires presque absentes. Le carrelage humide scintille,Sous les pas d’un homme sans nom.Il descend lentement, fragile,Vers …