The day draws to a close in the courtyard of the Inn of the Cursed Tower. Athos stands by an oak beam, gazing at the wine in his glass. D’Artagnan runs up, eyes shining with excitement Gentlemen! Have you heard? La Rochelle is restless, something big is brewing! We must be there! The Gascon speaks quickly, voice tense with anticipation. At the porch, Porthos stretches lazily, while Aramis smiles, watching his young friend
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