With an open heart

Following Olivier's footsteps

That evening, he stepped through the doors of the Cercle Interarmées, a place he once knew intimately. Once an officer, he now wandered there as a mere spectator of his own past. Among the crowded tables stacked with books and the authors signing them with mechanical precision, he moved through the room, observing, hesitating. This world was no longer his, yet something held him there-a lingering question, an unfinished thought.