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Mercredi, 20 Juin, 1832 - 2am
It had been 2 weeks since the barricade fell. Two weeks since Jean Valjean had watched many men die, two weeks since he had watched a little boy – no older than 12 – shot and killed. He was an older man now – 63 years old – and had seen a lot in his time, especially the horrors he was put through in the Bagne. At night, Valjean often dreamt of those days, and when he awoke in a cold sweat, heart pounding in his chest, he often thought – just for a moment – that he could feel those cold chains constricting him once more.
Even though he had only gone to protect Marius, the young man Cosette was now in love with, he did agree with the stance the revolutionaries had taken, even if their actions were rather violent. It was a shame to see it fall. There was one thing which had been even more of a shame to see fall though. I say fall, more specifically, it was more of a shame to see him jump. It was this fall, that haunted Valjean’s mind in the early hours of this day.
Javert.