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Voir l'original ici. Copyright Jacob Cordingley, traduit avec sa permission L'arme repose sur le dressing. Le Pistolet du Président. Un Samuel Colt, lourd comme le plomb. L'un des avantages du métier, apparemment. C'est drôle. J'ai été élu sous la promesse...
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Original language: French Author: Nanoyo (Clément Rosseel) Source Blood... It was everywhere. My hands, my body, my face, even in my mouth. The metallic taste of blood that had been in my mouth too long. A dry taste that made me cough and spit out what...
Author: Nanoyo (Clément Rosseel) Original language: French Source: Le Dernier Mangeur d'Âmes (chapitre 3) - not yet online Used with permission. All rights reserved. Burkina Faso - July 2011 "Bitch!" The word echoed in Arthur's head. He'd never before...
Original language: French Author: Me (Kelly McAnena) Source All rights reserved. Imagine: you're born to die. Born to Die. I don't remember who said it but it sounds cool. Imagine you're not even born, but created by a machine from elastomers, aspartame...
