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It began, as many things do, with a city.

For Dante Alighieri, that city was Florence, Italy, a place of shifting power and constant intrigue,

where narrow streets wound like veins through a body pulsing with trade, art, and ambition.

The Arno River, at times gentle and at others raging, carried the lifeblood of commerce past great palaces and humble

workshops. It was here amid the towering stone churches and bustling markets that Durante

Allegory, known to the world as Dante, first drew breath in the year 1265.

His was a family of noble but declining means,

an old name without the riches to match its legacy.

His father, Allegero de Belencione, was a man of business and modest standing, unremarkable in all but his ability to

keep his affairs steady in a time when the wrong alliance could mean exile or ruin. His mother,

Belladegli Abate, died when Dante was still a child, leaving him with a yearning for a love that he would spend his life seeking, though perhaps never quite finding.

In those twisting alleyways of Florence, where the cobblestones held the echoes of poets and artists and preachers, Dante grew.

He was a boy of keen eyes and even sharper wit,

drawn not to the rough games of his peers,

but to the endless rhythm of words,

the architecture of language itself.

He listened in the piazzas where orators spoke of politics and war, absorbing the cadence of their conviction.

He lingered in the churches, not only for the sermons, but for the stories hidden in the flickering light of the frescoes.

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