Even the arrangement looked intimidating, almost ceremonial like the hall itself was always prepared for negotiations, betrayals or executions disguised as family meetings.The air in the hall carried the scent of cedar and something faintly floral with the arrangement of deep red roses at the foot of the staircase this was a show that power in this hall was not announced but rather It was installed in the stone and silence, in the weight of the furniture and in the light that fell low and amber from iron sconces that lined the walls like sentinels.The servants stationed around the edges of the hall stood with their heads lowered respectfully because none of them dared exchange glances or whispers. In the Casa Ndrangheta estate, silence was survival and one wrong expression before Don Giovanni could cost a tongue and even one disrespectful look before Lorenzo could cost a hand and one wrong move before Francesco could cost a life.At the far end of the hall, a grand staircase split
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