“What I have seen,
“What I have seen,I can no longer not have seen it”
I can no longer not have seen it”The bells of Giotto’s campanile clanged as the world crashed in anger.
Time changed. Seconds took hours. All color drained to shades of gray save the irreverent red of blood splattering the floor, the walls, the people closest to the c*****e. Viviana did not know which way to look. She looked everywhere.
The congregants in the row in front of her, the people between her and Giuliano, pushed and barged into her. Screams of scattering women mingled with grunts of fighting men. Viviana could not move—could not turn away.
A flash of light glinted off the raised blade. She followed the blade downward, found the burning eyes of a lunatic set in the grotesquely twisted face of Bernardo Ban
