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The war room beneath the Tuscan estate was a sanctum of strategy and shadows. Maps covered the walls, red pins marking every known associate of Bianca. In the center stood a table etched with plans, circuits, and potential outcomes-each more dangerous than the last.
Alessandro leaned over it with Marco at his side, both men bathed in the low amber