The Madonie mountain range rose like a colossal fortress of jagged white limestone and dark evergreen firs from the rolling interior hills of Sicily. Perched at three thousand feet above sea level, the air was crisp, thin, and biting cold, smelling of wild juniper, crushed rosemary, and mountain sulfur. The three armored Bellini transports navigated the narrow, unpaved logging switchbacks along the northern ridge with disciplined, silent stealth. Through the…
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