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In a small and damp jail cell, in the heart of France, a man named Jean Valjean sat alone. He had spent years behind these iron bars, his weary body and soul confined to this sorrowful existence. With rough hands and tired eyes, Valjean had long forgotten the warmth of freedom and the joy of laughter.
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