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Amelia's entry rose a faint smile from Alphonse, who for the last few days had kept to his bed, waiting for help to arrive. The blanket covered him from the neck down, leaving only his pallid face for visitors to see. His hair and beard, which he usually kept perfectly coiffed, were still wretchedly...

It could have been nothing more than a comical coincidence, when Alphonse met a man in the workshop who was almost exactly dressed like him, were it not for what was about to follow. "Bonjour!" - Alphonse's jovial greeting was answered with a wordless nod and suspecting look. He was about ...