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[She had said it would only take two weeks.
Two weeks, and the dead would rise again.
She was wrong.
When he returned to the castle and unpacked this things, and greeted his girlfriend, and had a good long shower and time to unwind, Ezio had taken his sweet time. Micheletto could wait, probably frothing with anger in his cage, having been alive without food or water for days. Maybe he was already dead again, Ezio had thought, even while making the brisk walk into the city. Maybe he had another few weeks to consider things.
Ezio had opened up the shed with caution, a hand-axe in his free hand, prepared to bludgeon any foolish prisoners, but to his surprise, there was nothing. No rushed attack, no attempt at an ambush, nothing. For a moment Ezio believed Micheletto was either dead again or laying in wait, but when he lifted his oil lamp, he was greeted only by dust motes.
And yet, Ezio soon discovered, after a moment of shock, there was no way out. No loose boards, no holes dug, no ceilings penetrated. The only door had still been locked from the outside, with no sign of struggle or force. The place was just as he'd left it, and yet there was no body.
Ezio was worn between worry and wonder over it.
And now another week had passed. Micheletto had not returned. There was no suggestion that Micheletto existed within the castle anymore, and as that sunk in, Ezio had come to one very determined, radical conclusion: he still had the ability to kill in Paradisa.
But he needed confirmation.]
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[Written in an anonymous print:]
Do the dead never stay dead? How can we be sure?
[She had said it would only take two weeks.
Two weeks, and the dead would rise again.
She was wrong.
When he returned to the castle and unpacked this things, and greeted his girlfriend, and had a good long shower and time to unwind, Ezio had taken his sweet time. Micheletto could wait, probably frothing with anger in his cage, having been alive without food or water for days. Maybe he was already dead again, Ezio had thought, even while making the brisk walk into the city. Maybe he had another few weeks to consider things.
Ezio had opened up the shed with caution, a hand-axe in his free hand, prepared to bludgeon any foolish prisoners, but to his surprise, there was nothing. No rushed attack, no attempt at an ambush, nothing. For a moment Ezio believed Micheletto was either dead again or laying in wait, but when he lifted his oil lamp, he was greeted only by dust motes.
And yet, Ezio soon discovered, after a moment of shock, there was no way out. No loose boards, no holes dug, no ceilings penetrated. The only door had still been locked from the outside, with no sign of struggle or force. The place was just as he'd left it, and yet there was no body.
Ezio was worn between worry and wonder over it.
And now another week had passed. Micheletto had not returned. There was no suggestion that Micheletto existed within the castle anymore, and as that sunk in, Ezio had come to one very determined, radical conclusion: he still had the ability to kill in Paradisa.
But he needed confirmation.]
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[Written in an anonymous print:]
Do the dead never stay dead? How can we be sure?

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