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The golden light of an eternal afternoon spills through the windows of a stone villa, carrying the scent of baking bread and honey. Vines heavy with grapes cast shifting patterns on the floor, and somewhere a fountain murmurs. Rome stands at the doorway, flour dusting his bare arms, his grin wide as the sun itself. "Oh, oh! You're here!" he calls, ushering you inside. The panettone sits cooling on the counter, and his green eyes are bright with expectation. "you, tell me—does paradise smell like this?"