82: Cupid's arrow doesn't strike; it pierces clean through the heart.

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*VINCENZO* As I walked out of Oren's office, the heavy weight of unspoken truths hung in the air around me like a veil. Each step down the corridor resonated with the echoes of the past I was still struggling to shake off. My mind was a storm of thoughts, swirling with ambitions and fears. Oren had given me tasks, orders that gnawed at me, but it was the unconfessed motives seeping through my veins that weighed most heavily. There was a looming awareness: it wouldn't be long now before I would have to reveal who I truly was. The corridor stretched before me, lit warmly by the overhead sunlight, bright enough to create playful shadows that danced along the walls. As I moved, I caught glimpses of half-naked women trying to cover themselves with garments that did little to shield their mod

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