Leonard walked down the streets of Italy, managing to come here on time off, given to him after the case was settled. He was carrying a cage with him, something white sleeping inside of it. He was sure that he’d find what he was looking for here if his research was correct. It had to be correct. It was a coffee 샵 out in Venice, just out in the villa. And through the window, he could see it, a young man with a scar on his lip. He knew it wasn’t Django, it was impossible, and he looked through the files, no living parents, an only child, no other immediate family. This was the clone he...
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