The morning sky over Berlin was steel gray, the clouds hanging low as if mourning something unseen. Talana stood by the window of the Sanchiano safehouse, her hands clasped behind her back, watching the city churn below. Her eyes were hollowed by too many sleepless nights, the reflection in the glass no longer the girl who had arrived weeks ago, but a Dona forged by war and betrayal.A sharp knock at the door. "Come," she said without turning.Mariano stepped inside, a tablet in his hand and fresh bruises marking his jaw. "We intercepted something from Calabria. Roberto sent this. Top priority."Talana took the tablet, and Mariano lingered silently as she tapped the screen. The video began to play, Roberto, seated in his villa study, gaunt but sharp-eyed, his tone laced with steel."Talana, this is not a confession, but a warning. One of the families you've reached out to in Berlin, the Altobellis, they are not who they claim. We have eyes on their movements. They met with De Marco's
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