Matteo
As I erupt into Firenze, the change in temperature slams into me like a truck. It sends me stumbling back a step, my forearm coming up to shield my eyes from the nearly blinding brightness of the massive fire.
Matteo
As I erupt into Firenze, the change in temperature slams into me like a truck. It sends me stumbling back a step, my forearm coming up to shield my eyes from the nearly blinding brightness of the massive fire.
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