[last lines]
Garamond:
[returning to his own time]
Until Next Time
Michael Nostrand:
[slicing off his ring encrusted hand]
I Don't Think So
Garamond:
[Garamond frantically crawls towards his severed hand as it disappears in time]
No
[without his ring all his years come back to him all at once, making him crumble to dust]
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:51