No one spoke. At the center of the table lay a thick book bound in green silk. Its title, embossed in gold leaf: IL GIOCO .
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She didn’t answer. Instead, she followed the silent woman in red into the fourth room—a gallery of unfinished paintings. There, on an easel, was a portrait of Elisa as she could be: fearless, untamed, half-laughing, half-naked, holding a die in her palm. No one spoke