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The Tuscan Seal

Auteur: mr_dutta
last update Date de publication: 2026-08-16 21:08:28

Morning sun broke through coastal stone pines, casting long amber beams across the terrace of the Moretti villa. Below the cliff, the blue water of the Ligurian Gulf sparkled under a cloudless sky. Gulls circled the outer breakwater, their cries faint against the distant hum of container cranes working on Pier 1.

Elena Rossi walked down the sunlit corridor of the guest wing, holding a porcelain cup of warm espresso. The air in the hallway smelled of fresh floor wax and sea salt carried through
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