The deepest sub-cellar of Castello Moretti was cold, damp, and smelled of ancient volcanic stone and damp lime. Carved into the living basalt beneath the sea cliffs, the chamber had been used for summary justice since the days of the Spanish viceroys. In the center of the room, illuminated by a single overhead halogen bulb, Caporegime Bernardo was strapped to an iron chair, his silk shirt torn and stained with…
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