Dawn over western Sicily arrived in cold, crystalline brilliance. The tempest had blown eastward toward Calabria, leaving behind washed-clean azure skies, a calm turquoise sea, and the crisp, invigorating scent of wet mountain pine and wild sage. At six in the morning, the courtyard of Villa Bellini was a hive of organized military mobilization. The dead had been cleared, the perimeter gates re-hung with reinforced steel plating, and three armored…
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