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It's pitch black on the Corsican plain. Marie, nervous, is at the wheel, accompanied by Pascal. Suddenly, a silhouette emerges from the back seat. The car screeches to a halt in the middle of the road. |
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It's pitch black on the Corsican plain. Marie, nervous, is at the wheel, accompanied by Pascal. Suddenly, a silhouette emerges from the back seat. The car screeches to a halt in the middle of the road. |
