The Dark Watch
ACT I: THE SIGNAL The war ended in the autumn of 1918, but the silence it left behind was louder than any artillery. I returned to Paris in January 1919 with three medals I did not want and a heart full of holes where my friends used to be. The city was already dancing itself into oblivion, and I let it. I danced at the Folies Bergre until dawn, I drank absinthe until the walls melted, I slept...
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