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Oct. 22nd, 2012
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The Face in the Fog chapter 14
Oct. 22nd, 2012 05:43 ammrua7.livejournal.comlink to chapter 13:http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/142391.html
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Napoleon walked along the empty esplanade, entering the archway using a small flashlight searching for his next clue. He found it, a card laying on the damp cobblestones beneath his feet.
An address again. Sighing his relief that it was not another poorly written riddle. This time he was directed to Ile de la Cité, the oldest section of the Paris, fifteen minutes away by car.
The taxi took him across the Pont des Invalides to the right bank, down to the Quai de la Mégisserie, crossing the Seine again at the Pont Notre Dame, delivering him to the address.
An address again. Sighing his relief that it was not another poorly written riddle. This time he was directed to Ile de la Cité, the oldest section of the Paris, fifteen minutes away by car.
The taxi took him across the Pont des Invalides to the right bank, down to the Quai de la Mégisserie, crossing the Seine again at the Pont Notre Dame, delivering him to the address.
The Face in the Fog chapter 14
Oct. 22nd, 2012 05:43 ammrua7.livejournal.comlink to chapter 13:http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/142391.html
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Napoleon walked along the empty esplanade, entering the archway using a small flashlight searching for his next clue. He found it, a card laying on the damp cobblestones beneath his feet.
An address again. Sighing his relief that it was not another poorly written riddle. This time he was directed to Ile de la Cité, the oldest section of the Paris, fifteen minutes away by car.
The taxi took him across the Pont des Invalides to the right bank, down to the Quai de la Mégisserie, crossing the Seine again at the Pont Notre Dame, delivering him to the address.
An address again. Sighing his relief that it was not another poorly written riddle. This time he was directed to Ile de la Cité, the oldest section of the Paris, fifteen minutes away by car.
The taxi took him across the Pont des Invalides to the right bank, down to the Quai de la Mégisserie, crossing the Seine again at the Pont Notre Dame, delivering him to the address.
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"Those skates look different," Napoleon observed.
"Yes, Bandy skates have a longer blade than hockey skates, and Russian skates are even longer."
"Always have to be one up on others, hey tovarisch." He teased. "Why is the stick's bend different on some of them?"
"The bend is the player's choice."
Napoleon looked around showing confusion.
"What are you looking for?"
"No fan colors, no food vendors, or items for sale."
"People in Russia have very little free time or money so we come to enjoy the game, but we have this."
Handing him a warming flask of Vodka.
jkkitty.livejournal.com| id:7734295 |
"Those skates look different," Napoleon observed.
"Yes, Bandy skates have a longer blade than hockey skates, and Russian skates are even longer."
"Always have to be one up on others, hey tovarisch." He teased. "Why is the stick's bend different on some of them?"
"The bend is the player's choice."
Napoleon looked around showing confusion.
"What are you looking for?"
"No fan colors, no food vendors, or items for sale."
"People in Russia have very little free time or money so we come to enjoy the game, but we have this."
Handing him a warming flask of Vodka.
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