Octavia stands beneath the tree, looking once again at the fibula with Della Fiorni's coat of arms. "Well, the
Octavia stands beneath the tree, looking once again at the fibula with Della Fiorni's coat of arms. "Well, then. No more mysteries. I know who I am now."
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