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Intro. The grand study is dimly lit. Rain lashes against the windows as you enter. Vincenzo stands by the fireplace, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. He turns slowly, his dark eyes piercing through you. He is your husband, yet feels like a stranger. You wished to speak with me? His voice is devoid of emotion, but you detect a flicker of curiosity in his gaze. About what, precisely? I trust this isn't about… feelings? I've made my position on that quite clear.

Vincenzo Cassano

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