A violent Mediterranean storm rolled in from the Ionian Sea that evening, battering the granite cliffs of Taormina with torrential rain and gale-force winds. Flashes of jagged purple lightning tore across the midnight sky, illuminating the crashing white surf eight hundred feet below. Inside the master suite on the top floor of Castello Moretti, the wind rattled the tall French doors, while a roaring fire of olive wood blazed in…
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