"Back at the garden patch, Javert resettled himself upon the bench. He watched as Valjean retied the hat's ribbon beneath his chin, this time a tighter knot than before. It was only once Valjean turned back to the weeds that Javert opened the volume and turned to the author's preface."

an instrumental mix for cinaed's beautiful fic 'my heart lies buried like something dead.'

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