The fallen Marquess

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He was standing in the open doors and I could see him perfectly. It wasn’t Jacopo. The one here was taller and not so slim. He was straight, almost bent backward with one feet slightly stretched forward. His face was covered by darkness but I could feel the look of his sharp narrowed eyes. It was something intense in that figure.

– Shall we dance ? – he asked suddenly

– No, I just.. I just don’t know how…

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