"Come, Minerva," he mumbles, his eyes still half-closed. He reaches for his tablet to see if anyone's added anything to the spreadsheet of worlds with an 1830 stolen revolution, anything potentially helpful when they return to Paris...
Wait. 1830 was more than 2 years ago. None of them will ever return to Paris. And--Minerva?
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"Come, Minerva," he mumbles, his eyes still half-closed. He reaches for his tablet to see if anyone's added anything to the spreadsheet of worlds with an 1830 stolen revolution, anything potentially helpful when they return to Paris...
Wait. 1830 was more than 2 years ago. None of them will ever return to Paris. And--Minerva?