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T H E - A N T A G O N I S T (Joseph Descamps)

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Time 1h 41m

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"Don't beat yourself up too much, ma fille."

His hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me to his chest.  Our noses touch as his soft smile turns into something far more sinister. 

"This was inevitable."

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Saying goodbye to a life of privilege, Mary and her mother settle down in a quaint provincial village. With their funds waning, they must find a means of survival, or return to the scandal that awaits them in New York. 

Thankfully there is an 'Angel' in their midst, the kind that's missing an eye.All Rights Reserved

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