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Chapter 38 — The Predator and the Shadow
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2026-04-01 07:44:00Tara
The visit to the Morettis was a formality. A political necessity to calm minds after the "scene" on the terrace. Mike had decided it, and I had agreed, curious to see Alessandro again on his home turf.
The Moretti residence is a baroque palace in the heart of Little Italy, overwhelming and theatrical. The air is saturated with the smell of aged leather, strong coffee, and a scent of bitter orange. Old Moretti, Vittorio, receives us in his study, a den lined wi
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