Bab 41: Champ de Mars Massacre

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the streets of Paris. It had been a tumultuous day, filled with whispers and rumors that spread like wildfire. The people had eagerly awaited the return of their king, believing that he would stand with them, shoulder to shoulder, in their fight for liberty and equality. But the events of the recent hours had shattered their illusions.

As dusk settled upon the city, a hushed anticipation permeated the air. The revolutionary crowd had gathered in the heart of Paris, lining the streets that led to the imposing gates of the Tuileries Palace. They stood shoulder to shoulder, a sea of eager faces, their eyes burning with a mix of hope and anger. They clutched makeshift weapons and brandished banners bearing the symbols of their revolution.