Night fell over the city of canals like an expanse of midnight velvet studded with amber lanterns. In the master bedchamber of the Palazzo di Ombra, the atmosphere was thick with the scent of burning beeswax, sweet almond oil, and the sharp, clean fragrance of winter rain. A sudden Adriatic squall had rolled across the lagoon, sending sheets of cold rain drumming against the tall gothic lancet windows. The roaring…
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