Religion: Leap Over the Turrets

"Here they come," murmured the crowd gathered for the annual Assumption Day parade in the tiny French village of Oizon. All eyes turned to the tall man with horn-rimmed glasses and the small, serious-faced woman who walked in the procession behind him.

To the village folk, the Marquis and Marquise de Vogüé were almost legendary figures. He held one of the oldest titles, owned one of the biggest fortunes in France. Like his illustrious forebears, he was a fastidious man of the world, loved to travel, to hunt on his vast estates, to entertain lavishly in his turreted ancestral home, the Chateau...

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