The midnight air on the high clifftop terrace of Castello di Moretti was cool, fragrant, and still as glass. Far below the ancient Norman ramparts, seven hundred feet down the sheer limestone cliffs of Monte Tauro, the Ionian Sea stretched toward the eastern horizon like a vast sheet of hammered silver beneath the luminous glow of a full Mediterranean moon. The soft, rhythmic whisper of waves breaking against the pebble…
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