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He crouched. His breath hitched. “He signed it,” he said. “My brother.”

“Go,” the stranger urged.

They left the cellar with the photograph between them. Rain had slowed to a hush. The city seemed rearranged, softer, as if some tension had eased. The stranger set the picture on the dashboard at 23:59:59 and watched the digits roll over. Freeze 23 11 24 Clemence Audiard Taxi Driver XX...