Database: Reconstructed Data 029

DDS genetic memory export:
Subject: Niccolo di Pitigliano 1/4
Date: January 1510
Location: Lonigo, Italy

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I should be dead! The Assassin's blade struck true, yet I still draw breath. The Shroud! I was sure he would find it, but I still feel its presence; I hear it in my head!

It's just a faint whisper in my head, but it demands action. It speaks a language I do not understand, but I sense what it means. "GET UP," it demands. I try, but my wounds are too severe.

"YOUR PAIN IS TEMPORARY. IGNORE IT."

"CONCENTRATE. CLOSE THE WOUNDS."

"OPEN YOUR EYES. SLEEP IS DEATH."

"DO NOT BELIEVE IN YOUR FRAILTY."

"COME CLOSER."

I drag myself over to floorboards beneath my desk and pry them open. As soon as I see it, my mind blazes.