Michel - Chef de la Sureté:
Have a glass of rum; it won't hurt you. I have bad news for you. You are leaving for the penal colony, the road to nowhere. It's a great pity, Clarousse. A man like yourself to lose everything over this business. Titling at windmills and ending up in the chain-gang.
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