Nicolas Sanson
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He sits with his head in his hands. His long blond hair falls over his shoulders. Nicolas hates himself again. He failed to sabotage the execution of his nephew in order to become the executioner of Paris
“Good for nothing…” he whispers softly. There have always been people who were better than him. His brother, nephew, whoever. He was never praised or loved
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