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Marco walked into the room, his footsteps barely making a sound on the marble floor. The morning sun streamed in through the opened curtains, shining on Alessia's sleeping form.
Marco made his way to the window area to close the curtains.
The maids were incompetent to let the sunshine on a sick patient.
Afterward, he turned to look at her peaceful
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