Placeholder: A documentary-style historical photograph with a gritty, filmic 1970s texture. The scene is the inner courtyard of the Royal Court in Chinon during medieval times. A wide-angle shot, taken from a slightly low perspective, captures Joan of Arc, 17, at the moment she is flanked by Jean de Metz and Bertrand de Poulengy. They are dressed in dusty, tarnished plate armor and leather. Joan herself wears simple, stained tunic and breeches, her hair shorn short, looking directly up toward the massive sto A documentary-style historical photograph with a gritty, filmic 1970s texture. The scene is the inner courtyard of the Royal Court in Chinon during medieval times. A wide-angle shot, taken from a slightly low perspective, captures Joan of Arc, 17, at the moment she is flanked by Jean de Metz and Bertrand de Poulengy. They are dressed in dusty, tarnished plate armor and leather. Joan herself wears simple, stained tunic and breeches, her hair shorn short, looking directly up toward the massive sto

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A documentary-style historical photograph with a gritty, filmic 1970s texture. The scene is the inner courtyard of the Royal Court in Chinon during medieval times. A wide-angle shot, taken from a slightly low perspective, captures Joan of Arc, 17, at the moment she is flanked by Jean de Metz and Bertrand de Poulengy. They are dressed in dusty, tarnished plate armor and leather. Joan herself wears simple, stained tunic and breeches, her hair shorn short, looking directly up toward the massive sto

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