The Garden of Babel
The Black Death arrived in Florence like a silent army. By the time Lorenzo de' Medici locked the gates of his family's villa in the Tuscan countryside, three thousand people in the city below had already died. The smell was the worst part — a sweet, cloying rot that clung to the summer air like a second skin. Lorenzo was twenty-three and newly inherited. His father and brother had died within...
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