CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
The Church of Saint Pantaleon of Nicomedia stood on a low rise just above a village, a scattering of small houses extending down the slope on either side of a narrow lane. Behind the church stood a forest. A few miles away, a lake, created thanks to the dam project by Mussolini in the late twenties, glittered at the bottom of the slope.
On the shores of the lake stood a large town ringed with the remnants of a medieval city wall. In its center rose the spire of its own, grander church. The Church of Saint Pantaleon of Nicomedia, whatever its position in earlier times, now probably only served the village and the occasional traveler.
Remi felt a sense of profound relief. The best-preserved churches were those that got passed over by history, the ones that got sideline
