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Thursday – 6:03 AM – Villa Belladonna
The morning mist clung to the hills of Lake Como like a secret yet to be whispered. Villa Belladonna stood in silent defiance of time, its crumbling elegance somehow more poignant in the soft glow of sunrise.
Amara stood by the tall French doors, staring at the garden below. Today was the day she'd gran