Ezio?! Ezio! Signore Machiavelli? Mario?
[A man’s voice, light and warm but so very confused, broadcasts with an abrupt crackle of static. Then, there is a noticeable pause, followed by a heavy cough and the scrape of debris.]
[As he expresses his surprise, a faint Italian accent hangs onto his every word:] Dio mio! (My God!) What a mess! Even my
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How do you know for certain?
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