The year is 1829. Jean Valjean, unknown to him, was less than 4 years away from his death, and his only hope was to escape his justified punishment long enough to save a small child from the misery of life in a fallen world. He was aware of the sins of men, and the sins in his own heart, and justice was chasing him...
I knew to an extent what his plans were... He would betray those who once betrayed him, he would destroy lives, betray everyone he'd once cared for. But for him to imagine that for even a moment that I wouldn't know his voice, that I wouldn't recognize his eyes... that was the most painful betrayal of all.
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