” I’m just about to ask who she is, when she pulls a little leather wallet out of her breast pocket. Since I last saw him, only six months ago, signs of stiffness have crept into his movements, and the faintest hollow has formed behind the flesh of his face. Makes you think you were swallowed by a whale. “All we have to do is pop the lid, join the pack, and disappear.
“Leave him alone,” Paul says, sitting forward. “I was staying in a flat Richard owned, the entire top floor of an old Renaissance palace. You are the white bird coming from the north. If Savonarola won’t join him, Francesco knows he has only one choice.
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