A wave of spasms crosses the body of Nephraim. His navel is the epicenter of the convulsion. The vibration runs on his skin, digging cracks in the yellow war paint spread his black chest. It looks like a human wasp.
The dark water of the marsh reaches his knees, and he observes the silhouettes standing on the opposite bank. Thirty steps separate him from the nine creatures waiting for him. Eight still Leperos: five men, one woman and two children, all naked, their hair tangled. They are armed with spears with hooked points like the sting of an insect. The Frankish stigma shines on their chests. Faux drones.
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Contents of the box : 208-page hardcover book in colour.