Dawn broke over the Mediterranean Sea in a breathtaking spectacle of liquid gold, rose, and brilliant azure. The storm had passed, leaving behind a tranquil sea that lapped gently against the sheer granite cliffs two hundred feet below. Marco and Elena stood on the ancient stone ramparts of Tour de Sénèque, their tactical vests discarded, wearing dark wool sweaters against the crisp morning breeze. The view was limitless. To the…
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