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No! No! Lorenzo! Lorenzo! I am coming! I am coming to help you"
My voice is so loud and so full of fright I am sure it can be heard outside Il Duomo as far away as the Medici palace. Through the shadows I see the knife descend. Once. Twice. A third time. But I hear nothing. In the dim light, I can barely make out the distant face of Lorenzo. I thrust out both arms, trying to reach him, but Lorenzo's face keeps fading from me as I move toward him. I will not leave Lorenzo in danger nor will I leave the Cathedral while danger is anywhere near him.
Then he is gone. The dagger is gone. What remains surprises me. In the crowd close to where Lorenzo had stood, I catch a glimpse of my father-in-law, Pietro.
But where is Giuliano? Where is my love?
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