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It was true: the lift had no button to take them underground because no such chamber existed. Its only stop was the belfry.
Atop the tower, the merchant city coiled itself around a glittering sea, terracottas and ochres blending with teal into a heavenly palette.
“The little scene of the crime that wasn’t,” Bruno mused. “What d’you think it was—a Stand ability a bit like Coco Jumbo?”
Leone hummed in agreement, but wondered if he still felt unsafe. He gently pulled Bruno closer.
“This is no place for the devil.”
Bruno rested his head on Leone’s shoulder, sighing contentedly.