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The rain started as a whisper against the windows of Alessandro's penthouse-soft, steady, almost soothing. But to Alessandro, it sounded like the ticking of a clock running out.
He stood before the wall of glass, the lights of Florence shimmering in the distance. Elena was behind him, sitting on the leather couch, her fingers idly tracing the rim