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Scene 1: A Peaceful Village EXT. SAINT-FLORENT-DES-BOIS - DAWN The sun crests the horizon, painting the quaint village of Saint-Florent-des-Bois in golden light. A rooster crows. Children chase each other through the village square, their laughter bright and carefree. The imposing stone church dominates the landscape, its spire reaching towards the heavens. Washing hangs from lines strung between houses, billowing gently in the morning breeze. The air is filled with the scent of freshly baked bread. FATHER MICHEL Father Michel, a kind-faced priest in his late fifties, emerges from the church,…mehr

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Scene 1: A Peaceful Village EXT. SAINT-FLORENT-DES-BOIS - DAWN The sun crests the horizon, painting the quaint village of Saint-Florent-des-Bois in golden light. A rooster crows. Children chase each other through the village square, their laughter bright and carefree. The imposing stone church dominates the landscape, its spire reaching towards the heavens. Washing hangs from lines strung between houses, billowing gently in the morning breeze. The air is filled with the scent of freshly baked bread. FATHER MICHEL Father Michel, a kind-faced priest in his late fifties, emerges from the church, a worn prayer book clutched in his hand. He smiles gently at the children. FATHER MICHEL Good morning, my little lambs! The children scatter, some waving, others bowing politely. Father Michel adjusts his robes, a slight frown creasing his brow. FATHER MICHEL Such joy... a fragile thing these days. He looks towards Paris, a distant smudge on the horizon. A villager, MARIE, a woman in her early forties, approaches, her face etched with worry. MARIE Father, have you heard? More unrest in Paris. They say... they say they're coming for our faith. FATHER MICHEL calmly We must pray, Marie. Pray for peace, for understanding. Our faith is strong, it will not be broken by whispers of rebellion. MARIE But Father, the whispers are growing louder. And they carry the wind of violence. FATHER MICHEL Then let our prayers be louder still. Let our faith be our shield. He pats her hand reassuringly, but his eyes hold a deep concern. The church bells begin to toll, a solemn sound that contrasts sharply with the earlier cheerful atmosphere. FATHER MICHEL Come, Marie. It is time for Mass. FADE OUT.
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