Shadows play

a dusty alley in the city. The walls, worn by time, bore the marks of a difficult past. The roof sometimes leaked, and the furniture creaked under the w

fied woman despite the wear of time. She had always worked as a cook in a small primary school. Every

, burglaries, clandestine deals. He was not violent, not by nature, but he had understood very early that the str

ays returned home. Even on the most dangerous

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To her, her brother was a hero. Even if he w

ife. He wanted more. He wanted to offer better to his mother. To Diane. But he also knew that eve