“Can you see the top?” I asked Ferrous when, what seemed like a billion years later, we finally reached the slimy wall of The Pit.
“I can’t even see the first ledge,” he said in his typical bored tone.
“Yes, the edge of the first circle,” he said. I could hear Ferrous groping around in some sort of glop in front of us. “Remember that delightfully dark poet?”
I looked at the Minion blankly.
“Oh, you know. Nine circles; Italian…” Ferrous snapped his fingers while he thought out loud. “Flambé, or Volcano…something fiery.”
“Inferno? Are you talking about Dante’s Inferno?”
The Minion touched my nose leaving a little smear of somethi...
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