“Antonio stepped over to the windows and pulled the drapes aside. He looked over the amazing city before him. The cobblestone streets, the ancient rustic buildings, the crowds of people, it was so relaxing. But the favorite part of his study was that it was right across from the Baptistery and the Duomo. The Baptistery, one of the city’s most important religious buildings, was dedicated to its patron saint, John the Baptist. The cathedral stood tall, its Renaissance dome a perfect, immovable creation. Divine. Unquestionable. Antonio stared at it, drawing strength from its symmetry. It reminded him that he, too, was part of God’s grand design – no matter the blood on his hands.”
“After all, who knows what secrets Florence holds?”
