A heavy silence hung in the damp air. How long would it be before the quiet of the cellars was punctured by the thud of goose-stepping boots overhead? Before everything they'd built was threatened, perhaps destroyed?

"Well then," Michel said at last. "I suppose it is time we finish hiding the champagne."

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