"Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimmed in jollity."
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Story by erikuozza ☆
Anomalia.
Diciassette passi per il corridoio. Mai perdere la concentrazione. Mai alzare lo sguardo oltre la linea dell'...
