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His name is Alec Plisken now. Periodically, he found it convenient to change identities. That didn’t mean he could change his past.
This night he stood on the Pont de Pierre. His steady hand placed a red rose on the walkway. This was where his wife had fallen.
There was peace now, but not so in Nazi occupied Bordeaux in 1940. He had been sent to England not realizing his beloved wife would not escape France, even with a falsified Portuguese visa. This is where she was shot and killed by the fascists. Unlike him, Amélie was not an immortal.
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