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... when it touched the ground, steam rising like the breath of a demon waking from centuries of sleep.
It wasn’t human,It wasn’t alive.
And yet... it moved with the slow, deliberate elegance of something that remembered being worshipped.
Romeo felt his throat close.
Daisy clung to him, shaking violently.
Enzo rubbed his eyes, as if praying it was a hallucination.
Lorenzo whispered a broken curse.
"Che diavolo... is that?"
Helena didn’ ...
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