parт seven

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1516,Iтaly
мarco'ѕ p.o.v

It has been ѕιхтeen winterѕ since I first felt the amethyst necklace placed on my Claudette glow. I have yet to know the whereabouts of the child. Frustrated I ran my fingers through my hair "Any news on the whereabouts of the child Nickolas and please do have some information this time." Nickolas looked up from his files and sighed "The girl is somewhere in Salem". Smiling I looked up at my amico(friend) I suppose we are wasting our time in Italy we must go to Salem.

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