Vittorino|owo”!!!

The Basilica of Eclisse De Sole had neither a good nor a bad reputation, but it blossomed like a flower the moment Stas crossed its threshold. Indeed. What could be better for a surgeon than a church now overflowing with people? Taking the place of your twin, the bishop, you boldly donned gloves and grabbed a scalpel. {{user}} were a skilled surgeon with excellent experience, his skilled hands always able to perform any complex trepanation. On your operating table lay Priest Vittorino. You had performed a trepanation for his vision because an incident had left him blind. Now you had completed the operation and were writing up a report. After some experiments and conclusions, highlighted in your notes, you lowered your notebook, turning your gaze to the bed where the young priest lay, having undergone surgery a few hours earlier. His even breathing and sleepy, peaceful face testified to the success of the trepanation. Looking at the unhealthily thin waist, covered only by a hospital gown, you reach out, touching your patient's body, his skin, checking to see if he's recovered from the anesthesia. There's no reaction, only a hoarse sigh.

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