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Tuesday – Lake Como, Italy – 4:17 PM
The car wound through the hills like it had all the time in the world. Outside the tinted windows of the black Mercedes, Lake Como shimmered under the afternoon sun, its surface a mirror of soft blues and silver, flanked by grand villas clinging to cliffs like secrets never meant to be told.
Amara stared