Paris – November 30, 1937 – 9:00 AM
It was raining.
But this was not the same Paris.
Not the Paris of empty streets and shuttered veils.
It was a city rebuilding — not its buildings, but its words.
At Madeleine's bookstore, the shelves were full. Books, letters, newspapers — all read. All restarted.
Solène arranged a small shelf with independent editions of the "Blue File." Young people came to read, to copy, to share.
She smiled.
—
Geneva – 10:22 AM
Lorelei walked alone along the lake.
No weapons. No codenames.
She stopped in front of a newsstand.
Read the headline:
"International Accord for Diplomatic Transparency Signed by 18 Nations."
She simply whispered:
— "It wasn't in vain."
—
Mountains of Savoy – 11:40 AM
Émile finished a letter.
"I don't know where Claire is. But if this note crosses her path…
tell her Paris still stands.
And that the blue rose has become a garden."
He signed with initials.
Sealed it.
And placed it in the safehouse mailbox.
—
A beach in Galicia – 12:05 PM
Claire watched the sea.
Alone. But never again lonely.
She sketched in her notebook. No plans.
Just freedom.
Beside her, an envelope.
The same.
She opened it.
Read.
And for the first time in a long while…
she wept.
—
Because the last page wasn't the end of the story.
It was the certainty that, even in darkness,
some names remain lit.