“Giovanni‘s face swings before me like an unexpected lantern on a dark, dark night. His eyes—his eyes, they glow like a tiger’s eyes, they stare straight out, watching the approach of his last enemy, the hair of his flesh stands up. I cannot read what is in his eyes: if it is terror, then I have ever seen terror. If it is anguish, then anguish has never laid hands on me.”
— Apr 23, 2026 03:27PM
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