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Chapter 52: The Sovereign Horizon

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The late afternoon sun painted the Tuscan hills in rich shades of copper and gold.

High above the cypress trees, on the private upper balcony of the Romano villa, Julia stood leaning against the warm stone balustrade. She wore an ivory silk blouse and black trousers, her long dark hair shifting gently in the soft mountain breeze.

In her hand, she held a crystal glass of sparkling mineral water. The air was crisp, quiet, and untainted by the smell of salt spray or spent cordite.

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