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  • Le corna grattavano le volte dei corridoi. Lunghe linee scure tracciavano un incedere quieto e lento, fatto di vortici che a volte sembravano danze di stelle e nebulose.

    Horns scraped the vaults of the corridors. Long dark lines drew a quiet and slow gait, made of vortices that seemed sometimes like dances of stars and nebulas.
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