Prologue

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December 1965
Security Guard's Pov
I walked through the halls of the local museum in Paris. It wasn't a big museum and the artifacts were not as important that other ones that existed in museums in Paris but they were still priceless.
Suddenly, the alarm sounded and I heard glass. It was loud and ran throughout the building. I ran around to every room and then finally came upon one room. In the middle of it was shattered glass. An old glass had been there but it was gone. It was also very valuable and important to some people in Paris. People used to worship that glass but now it had been stolen. Then behind me, I heard a gun behind loaded.
"Don't worry," I heard a man say behind me, "you'll be alight."
The last thing I had heard before I was shot and killed was the haunting museum alarm echoing throughout the museum.

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