Village Intrigue

I’ve kept this locked in my private vault for years. That night in the auberge’s dim back room, October 20, 2036, I cracked it open. Heart pounding like a drum. The conspirators—Yvane, Melisse, Gael, L-O, Uncle Armand—huddled in my cramped bedroom. Briefing tight. ‘Go now,’ L-O whispered over the phone. Frère Habib’s routine: prayers, then…