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Chapter 17: One Question
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2026-10-20 07:00:15AMELIA
Don Vittorio's study had a window that looked out over the whole harbor, and in seven years I had been inside it exactly twice, both times to be introduced to someone.
On Saturday morning, a guard knocked on my door at ten o'clock and said the Don would see me, and I followed him down the main stairs with Pino behind us, through the dark wood hall where the portraits of dead DeSantos watched me from their frames. The guard opened the study door and stepped aside, and I wa
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