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The sun had barely risen when Alessandro left the villa's infirmary, a thin bandage lining his ribs beneath the crisp white shirt. The chaos of the night before lingered in every corner-broken windowpanes, scorch marks, empty magazines. Yet the most palpable wound was silence. Not the peaceful kind, but the quiet that clung to loss and revelation.