The cellar was damp and dim, but it was quiet, and that was enough.After a few days, Luca had my things sent down anyway.I arranged everything neatly, then lay down and drifted off.In the dream I was back at the Ferrara estate.There was a time someone had accused me of stealing a ring — an heirloom — from Elena, the Don's third daughter. Elena had me kneel on the courtyard stone in the middle of winter for two hours straight, then had someone beat my palms with a belt strap until they bled.Luca came by chance, black coat moving through the dark. He crouched down and pulled me up."Elena, you don't have the authority to do this," he said. "The Don doesn't allow that kind of thing here. You need to watch yourself."Even with Elena furious at him for it, he brought me somewhere warm. He found liquor to clean my palms and wrapped them carefully himself.In the candlelight, his eyes were steady."Don't be scared. I'll look out for you from now on.""Okay," I said.The dream ended.Stil
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