She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. Her head was downcast as she studied the museum-like exhibits of various dusts on the resilient tile flooring. "That man should have been an Italian bravo," murmured the knight, sinking into a chair: "he has neither fear nor compunction.
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