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Prelude by edabassIn the Beginning, God created the Heavens and the Earth.
And it's been downhill since then.
Don't look so surprised. You know what I'm talking about. You see it every day, even in your plain little nine to five lives.
It's the lady downstairs, the one who's been mugged five times this year.
It's the pair of eyes you won't meet, on the subway home from your cubicle to your little box, the ones you hope don't get off behind you at your stop and follow you to some dark place.
It's the talking head on the evening news, gloating as the blood from his story drips off his fangs.
You know what I mean. Ever since Brother Adam fell for some nice fruit and decided to go play in the wrong garden, the world's been on its way to Hell in a handcart.
Here's the good news: humans are too stupid to be so evil on their own. Bad news is, someone's always plenty willing to help them. That's the part you don't know, the part you never see. You're blessed that way.
See, Adam's disobedience opened a door. Jus
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Select/Guide or Back: Game menu where you can see the Mission Map, Inventory, and Objectives
L1/left stick: Move the Character. With double tap you can run. By pressing the button you crouch.
R1/right stick: Camera View. By pressing the button you switch views.
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Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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