Or did it have something to do with Gina. Was it that Nicky Florio deserved to die. Bits of rock from the crumbling ceiling and chunks of the pillars and obelisks lay in the dirt here and there, casting long shadows that leaned away from his light.
He thumped his staff again and the golden rings at the head of the staff glowed with a warm golden light. He felt himself become solid and whole all at once in one great thump and there he was, standing in the darkness.
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