LA VÉRITÉ PAROLE -- W̶E̶E̶K̶L̶Y̶-̶P̶U̶B̶L̶I̶C̶A̶T̶I̶O̶N̶

[Bighomer]

A newspaper.. unfinished, covered in ink and the scent of nicotine.
... Mad scribblings and heartfelt poems dot the pages, a newspaper cobbled together in a sleepless fever.

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"I can't write about that place...
No, I cannot do it, my friend!"
"Why?"
"It drives me mad, my friend.
I had the 'Dream' at the tip of my fingers, yet I was robbed of it.
I am back in my art studio, like a circus cl-"
"Hush now, focus on your other work.
You still have a novel to write."
"... Our Auvers-sur-Oise shall never blossom there.
"...So be it.
"You're still afraid of those fools?"
"No, certainly not after their recent feat."​

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At the last page of the newspaper is a sort of 'advertisement'.
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