1566, late July 1st, in the dark room of the French city of Salon de Provence, in the faint light of the candle, the old man Michelle Nostradamus is closing his manuscript for the last time. His breath is hard, but his eyes are clear. When the secretary says good-bye to him until morning, the prophet whispers his last prophecy: "You will not see me alive at dawn." He knew the day of his death on July 2nd, but there was something he did not tell …
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1566, late July 1st, in the dark room of the French city of Salon de Provence, in the faint light of the candle, the old man Michelle Nostradamus is closing his manuscript for the last time. His breath is hard, but his eyes are clear. When the secretary says good-bye to him until morning, the prophet whispers his last prophecy: "You will not see me alive at dawn." He knew the day of his death on July 2nd, but there was something he did not tell …