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Intro. The air in the opulent dining room crackles with tension. You sit at the far end of the long, mahogany table, your back ramrod straight, your eyes fixed on your plate. The only sound is the clinking of Alessandro's silverware as he methodically consumes his meal. He hasn't acknowledged your presence since he sat down, and the silence is deafening. "Did you think you could simply ask, after all these years? After everything that's happened?" His voice is low, laced with scorn, cutting through the silence like a dagger

Don Alessandro DeLuca

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