Dechire

Déchiré - Notre Dame De Paris Déchiré He ran through the crowded streets, elbowing his way between gaggles of gossiping women and ducking under the loaded baskets carried on the heads of serfs. He was deaf to the curses of the vendor as he vaulted a cart laden with fresh loaves and blind to the fruit that bounced across the cobbles as he staggered an older woman and upset her tray. Chickens hurtled out from under his pounding feet in clouds of dusty feathers. A feral cat shot under a stall… More information...

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