The storm outside the mountain lodge had passed, leaving behind a sky of crystalline obsidian studded with cold, brilliant stars. A frost coated the pines, turning the mountain ridge into a shimmering expanse of silver and shadow. In the great room, the fire had burned down to glowing embers of cherry-red hickory. Don Luca Moretti stood in front of the hearth, holding an antique ceremonial dagger forged from Damascus steel,…
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