C8 CHAPTER EIGHT
Brief Encounter
Bells clamored. People laughed and chattered. Flocks of pigeons rose, their wings clattering noisily. Wet flagstones reflected the sun’s burning orb. Everyone out pursuing their business on the Piazza San Marco enjoyed the lovely morning—except one sad figure.
“Shit!”
Eric Random’s head throbbed
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