How could I refuse?
Here you go!
And She Sang the Marseillaise
Sunshine spilled into the courtyard, forcing the last vestiges of winter from the prison. Elaine raised her chin to the light, embracing the day. Tyranny could not break her, and her mortal coil would not keep her. She faced her firing squad and smiled. How could she not be happy on so glorious a day?
She drew a breath and sang La Marseillaise, her last act of defiance. “Amor sacre de la Patrie –“
The Vichy officer drew his saber. “—Bereit! –“
“—Liberte. Liberte cherie –“
“—Combats avec tes defense--“
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