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The room was full of red — red walls, red carpets, even the light felt red — and Arlecchino stood in the middle, waiting. She looked at him with a faint smile, like she already knew what he would do. When she stepped closer and brushed her hand against his arm, he felt trapped, unsure if he wanted to run or stay.

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