serene, interesting and free of worries because struggling and being powerful was also rich. In the meantime, I had to remain calm and confident and think hard about him, he who would continue to follow me with flowing thoughts. Handing me a box, he ordered me to open it in bed in the evening and, holding the object I would find in my hands, to repeat the words engraved on it until I fell asleep.
So I opened the box.
In the box, a medal.
On the medal was his profile and inscribed all around: Achille d'Angelo Achille d'Angelo Achille d'Angelo. On the other side of the coin another profile and all around: Magician of Naples Magician of Naples Magician of Naples.
This is too much, I thought as I watched the medal shine in the palm of my hand. No and no. I closed my hand. And thought no.
I jumped out of bed, ran to the window, threw the medal into the night and: "Go away!!" I shouted.
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