21,Janvier, 1793 It’s the day, the end of the king. It’s foggy in town, no traffic on the common streets, it took them one and half hours to trundle he two miles from medieval keep of the Temple to the working east end of the city of Paris. His statute in the center of the city was missing, being torn down. 10, August was the day the once beloved king had his throne overthrown. It was him who at this moment is riding in a slow-moving carriage, whispering prayers. He was on his way to his own execution…
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