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Alessia crouched atop the slender steeple, gripping the slender tip to balance herself as she peered out over the glittering lights of her beloved city. Roma. So much more beautiful than Florence. And so much more active. Her dark eyes picked out the movements of hundreds of civilians far below, active even late into the night.
And, unfortunately, hundreds of guards. Easily identifiable, traveling swaggering packs, shouting at prostitutes, shoving civilians out of the way. They were meant to be keepers of the peace.
They were agents of the Borgia...