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“assiccio portone in legno di noce si schiuse da sé, appena lei sollevò la mano per accostarla alla superficie, rivelando due occhi a mandorla di un verde metallico innaturalmente vivo, su un volto pallido e immobile come il marmo.”

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Book:Nodo di sangue
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