de vinci's murder conspiracy
She woke with word "excelsior" on her lips. Rolling around in white rose pedals, only blood is visible. Running through the untamed crowd. Gazing at the beautiful entourage. Like a pool of dimming cells but black is all you see. Your eyelids are none but two porcelain coverings. Easily broken she tells me but the hardest part is waking. what is
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