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with disturbing intensity. Large, the massive build under

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hugged the handl

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ssion. Mathias Recula and Camille crossed the threshold,

ch piece of furniture, each detail seemed to have bee

gaze on her, awai

big, she sa

be with you

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slowly, so far as to reduce the distance

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in the room, as if to emph

took a s

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s this nascent tension between them. Bu

when you

d closed the d

ng a hand on her belly as

was play

the polished wood of the large staircase making no noise under his steps. The heavy atmosphere of the h

r arms crossed. He seemed to observe the outside with a silent int

ars her

m ins

nce. Then, finally, he pivoted sli

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t. Nothi

mething to break this deaf tension bet

o me why I'm here? she

lready t

me rules. It'

a nuisance he would have

t ready to h

ou too loos

s gaze. A shadow of anger

't know m

e, refusing to let he

can recognize a man

ugh escaped

you think you

y to reply, but he didn't

th you? That I hold you at

pace between them, and she felt some

eason, Camille. Because

se, as if he was fighti

trange weight wei

e enter, what?

aze d

uldn't u

not fear. It was something else. So

, she wh

a more moment, then h

s not an

e in the middle of the living ro

understand what

thing wa

entered the dining room. The candlesticks shone with a cold light, and the immense dark wooden table seemed to be infinitely ext

t me? she asked

ining gaze fixed on the dark red in his

t ex

of this dinner, which was supposed to be a simple exchange bet

e to greet her other than by a stealthy look

gesture, nothing. Camille began to eat, but each bite seemed s

were not here to eat, says Basti

e did not give wa

she replied, her voice harder than she would have l

a bitter smile p

vited yourself to this world

almost unbearablely. But she abstained, choosing to le

e. I did not ask that my l

expected, carried by a frustra

s glass, his remote look. But she could feel the t

position? He asked, his voice becoming more serious, as if ea

r chair, a shiver of chal

but I know what it is to be take

a dry laugh

do you think you k

ing darker, almost threatening. She felt an icy c

ou built to protect yourself, but also to pr

gaze dar

mille? What a

own, the question striking her like a punch. She did not want to think about what s

talk about this, she re

nly, the chair creaking on the ground. He heade

th the cold and sharp voice. But you have no idea wh

to her, and his g

on't know what it is to live with

n turn, her

yourself as if yo

lips before she c

ad, as if his own suffering prevented him from responding.

a step clo

at simple. But you are

ing and closing at the same time, like an

ut each gesture seemed to be perceived as a challenge. He got

ed, his softer tone, but always tinged with t

do anything to break this silence between

ow. But I'm

, his gaze being ha

you know. But there is nothing s

eling alone in the middle of

ack, heading to

ner, Camille. It

eaving the room, throwin

not ready t

thoughts. She hadn't understood what was going on here, nor why everything

fter all he ha