[Guisgard]

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Così il gruppo raggiunse la piazzetta, per ascoltare quel comizio.
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“Fermi, vi dico...” disse un uomo su una bassa colonna “... cosa ne sarà della civiltà di questo luogo? Del pacifico vivere collettivo? Non potete andare nel bosco e minacciare quella donna!”
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Ma gli uomini a cui parlava avevano già lasciato la piazzetta, armati di forconi, zappe e bastoni.
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“Ma cosa accade?” Chiese Hansiner.
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“Pare essere una caccia alle streghe...” mormorò Icarius “... solo però nel secolo sbagliato...” per poi fissare l'artista e Clio.
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