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Théâtre Bohème, Sunday 4 December 1870
Edward emerged from the gloom of the theatre to the dusk of late afternoon. The theatre and lobby had been deserted, and he surmised that either the battle was over and the siege broken or resumed, or the others had descended into hiding somewhere below. He figured that if they had to go farther below, they would have told him and Patrick. So that meant siege as usual with the typical chance of shelling because if it had been over, there would be celebration in the streets.
So here he was getting some fresh air and natural light. In his university days, which felt like ancient history, he’d sometimes found that taking a walk could give him new perspective on a problem. He and Patrick had almost gotten the lighting system updated to run with the
