The head of the Cardinal rolls into the Inn and stops at Lupy's feet. The blood trail shifts and spells out:
F*** you.
The head of the Cardinal rolls into the Inn and stops at Lupy's feet. The blood trail shifts and spells out:
F*** you.
Me quoque per multos similis fortuna labores
iactatam hac demum voluit consistere terra.
Non ignara mali, miseris succurrere disco.
Publius Vergilius Maro, The Aeneid
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