The descent from the heights of Castello di San Corvo to the medieval mountain village of Castelmola followed an ancient stone donkey trail that had been carved into the sheer limestone cliffs by Norman crusaders in 1180. The morning air was crisp and sweet, scented with wild mountain sage, crushed rosemary, and the salt spray rising from the sapphire sea below. As Elena walked beside Santino, holding his hand, she…
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