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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

Anna. Also I was unable to destroy him yet, because I could not find the key to his
protection which once he received from the "alien" man. Time pitilessly flowed away
and I sharply felt my helplessness which together with the impossibility of acting began
to slowly drive me crazy...

A month passed after my first visit to the Papal basement. There was nobody with
whom I could exchange a couple of words. Loneliness deeply oppressed me, and every
passing day settled more emptiness seasoned with despair in my heart.
I hoped very much that Morone managed to survive despite the Pope’s "talents",
but I was wary of going back to the basement, because I was not sure whether the
unfortunate cardinal was still there. My repeated visit could drive Caraffa really mad
and Morone would have to pay for it truly dearly.

I remained shut off any communication and spent days in the total "silence of
loneliness" until I finally could not stand it at all and dared to go to the basement...
The room where I found Morone a month ago was empty. I hoped very much that
the brave cardinal was still alive and I sincerely wished him luck which Caraffa’s
prisoners lacked very much.
As I was in the basement anyway, I decided to explore it farther, and carefully
opened the door...

An absolutely naked bloodstained young girl lay over a terrible torture
"instrument". Her body was a mixture of living singed meat, cuts and blood, which
covered her from head to foot... Luckily for me, there was neither executioner nor
Caraffa in the torture room.
I quietly came to the poor thing and carefully stroked her swollen tender cheek.
The girl began to moan. Then I carefully took her fragile fingers and slowly began to
"heal" her... Soon pure grey eyes looked at me in surprise...

– Hush, dear... Be quiet. I’ll try to help you, as much as possible. But I don’t know
whether I’ll have enough time for it... You were severely tortured and I am not sure
whether I can "patch" it all quickly. Relax, sweetheart, and try to think of something
kind... if you can.
The girl (she appeared quite a child) began to moan, trying to say something, but
for some reason words failed to come forth. She mooed, unable to pronounce clearly
even the shortest word. The terrible understanding flashed through my mind – the poor
child did not have a tongue!!! They pulled it out... in order that she could not say "too
much", that she did not shout the truth when they burnt her, that she could not reveal
what they had done to her...
Oh, my God! Were those who did all this really HUMANS???

I managed to calm my heart and tried to talk to her mentally. The girl could hear
me, which meant that she was a gifted one! She was one of those who the Pope hated
so furiously and brutally burned alive...
– What have they done to you, sweetheart?! Why have they taken your speech?!

I whispered punch-drunk, while my trembling hands tried to cover her body with
rough rags.
– Don’t be afraid, my dear. Just think what you would like to say and I’ll try to

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