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Two weeks after the blood-soaked night in Naples, the world felt different-quieter, yet somehow heavier. The Adriatic wind off the Calabrian coast carried salt and secrets, swirling through the stone corridors of the safehouse where Alessandro's crew prepared for what they all knew was the final war.
The villa overlooked the cliffs of Tropea, wher