The return journey across the lake was cloaked in the tranquil, silvery stillness of midnight. The Riva Aquarama glided into the restored subterranean watergate of Villa Bellisima with a gentle ripple of white water. The hydraulic watergate—the very structure Aria had defended with her life during the alpine gale—operated with silent, mathematical perfection, the automated sluices welcoming the wooden vessel into the illuminated stone slip like a ship entering an…
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