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“Radian. The prisoner's name is Radiana. Who is keeping her prisoner? Time, Stelio. Time is guarding the doors with his scythe and his hour-glass, as in all those old prints...”

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Book:The Flame
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Gabriele d'Annunzio
Gabriele d'Annunzio

Italian poet, playwright, novelist, and journalist, known for his passionate style and rebellious spirit. His works covered a wide range of themes, including love, war, nature, and religion. more

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