The Citadel of Bonifacio stood bathed in the pale, cold light of late morning. Down in the ancient limestone sea caves beneath the north bastion, the subterranean dungeon vaults remained untouched by the Mediterranean sun. For centuries, these cells had held Genoese admirals, pirate captains, and political prisoners sentenced by the ancient Corsican tribunals. The air in the subterranean corridor was damp and bone-chilling, smelling of wet bedrock, saltpeter, and…
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