The ascent up the Genoese Chimney was a grueling, vertical climb through a four-foot-wide natural rock chimney cut with ancient hand-carved stone foot-pegs. The air grew progressively warmer, carrying the faint aroma of aged French wine, cured hams, and diesel exhaust from the fortress generators above. Elena climbed with athletic grace, her boots finding every foothold with instinctual certainty. Directly below her, Marco climbed in close support, his hand occasionally…
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