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"Sí," Ezio lifted his hand and turned it over to show Altaïr the burned mark on his finger. "There are no other assassins here, and I built what I could with my hands.. which is little." He chuckled. His eyes then looked around the library before returning to Altaïr. "I have hired contractors to work in silence for different areas of my home. Some I used again, others I used once.. Not one knows all my rooms."
I'd listen to the words he'd say.. - Post a comment
but in his voice I heard decay.