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The Cardinal’s men found nothing. The tutor was a ghost. But the grandsons? They kept his books hidden beneath the floorboards. And years later, when they themselves became outlaws, printing seditious pamphlets in a mountain press, they signed each one the same way:

Domenico was packing a small leather satchel. He did not turn around. “I am a tutor, Leo. The truest kind. I teach the past so it may live again.”

English Tutor. Smuggler of fire.

Raul, Korso, Leo, Domenico…

The four names sat at the top of the parchment, inked in a trembling, aristocratic hand. Lady Vittoria stared at them, her wine glass leaving a faint crimson ring on the ancient oak of her desk. The tutor was to arrive at dawn. She had hired him sight unseen—a scholar from London, recommended by a cardinal no less, to undo the damage of a decade of insular, Tuscan rusticity on her two grandsons. The English Tutor - Raul Korso Leo Domenico -...

Korso (the elder) swallowed. “If you had not come, we would have remained ignorant.”

Not of him. For him.

One night, Leo—the younger, the more volatile—burst into the tutor’s chambers. “They are coming,” he whispered, his face pale. “The men from Firenze. The Cardinal’s men. We heard them in the village. They say you are not a tutor. They say you are a… a resurrection.”