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Bernadette had warned everyone about the deal Antoinette had managed to make with Prince Luka, which is why now everyone was waiting impatiently for him at the usual inn. Coline included. The hours passed but there was no sign of Comrade ChatNoir. By now it had become dark. Adrien had been wandering the streets of Paris for hours now, at first crowded and then, as it got darker, less and less crowded. Now he was practically alone. His hand was wrapped, in a couple of laps, in his yellow ribbon and he had been holding it tightly all day. He wanted to imprint it under his skin, that smooth fabric that he felt burning on him. He had missed his city, even though he had only been locked in his cell for a few days. The aches in his bones and the still-burning wounds constantly reminded him
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