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“When any soul abandons savagely its body, rending self by self away, Minos consigns it to the seventh gulf” ―Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy
These instructions weren’t clear. There were hundreds of crowded bridges in London. I had no idea why Morpheus didn’t just tell me where I was supposed to find that mongrel in the red coat. Lucifer was intent on making this test difficult for me. I had a few ideas about the location of the Forgotten Street, but nothing concrete. I remembered that a couple of weeks ago Ricky mentioned an upcoming election in hell. Maybe the dark lord was ready to shift things around downstairs in case of an uprising. I didn’t think that there was a demon out there that could challenge him, but everything was possible during these shaky times. Either way, I had
