I pass behind the palazzo with its crenellated tower and one-handed clock … snaking through the early-morning vendors in Piazza di San Firenze with their hoarse voices smelling of lampredotto and roasted olives. Here aboveground, I raise my eyes to the north, but I am unable to find a direct path to salvation … for the Apennine Mountains are blotting out the first light of dawn. Their persistence has kept me underground … forced me to live in purgatory … laboring beneath the earth like a chthonic monster. Their footsteps grow louder now as they hunt with relentless determination.įor years they have pursued me. Inferno is the underworld as described in Dante Alighieri’s epic poem The Divine Comedy, which portrays hell as an elaborately structured realm populated by entities known as “shades”-bodiless souls trapped between life and death.Īlong the banks of the river Arno, I scramble, breathless … turning left onto Via dei Castellani, making my way northward, huddling in the shadows of the Uffizi. Its name has been changed for considerations of security and privacy. “The Consortium” is a private organization with offices in seven countries. All artwork, literature, science, and historical references in this novel are real.
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