Un feu, une nuit d'encre, les escarbilles mêlées aux étoiles: décor propice aux confidences. N'a-t-on jamais remarqué que, devant les flammes, les secrets se révèlent, et surgissent les souvenirs?

-Sylvain Tesson

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