[ Lucrezia is lying curled up somewhere with the journal as her pillow, feeling like maybe this is death. The last bright light before the end. She doesn't think he will succeed in rescuing her, maybe there is nothing left to save, but she wouldn't be alone then. ]
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[ Lucrezia is lying curled up somewhere with the journal as her pillow, feeling like maybe this is death. The last bright light before the end. She doesn't think he will succeed in rescuing her, maybe there is nothing left to save, but she wouldn't be alone then. ]