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Lorenzo's Funeral: A Fictional Narrative

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Lorenzo gazed at the architecture of the cathedral, once again wondering how people had managed to create a structure like this over four hundred years ago, when he suddenly realised the time and looked out over the courtyard. He sighed and rolled his eyes as he made out three men dressed mysteriously stumbling awkwardly over the beautifully paved tiles. He looked away towards Saint Mark’s Basilica, pretending not to know the near-identically dressed Italians walking towards him. Lorenzo glanced at the three men and then back at the church, before a small raspy voice broke the silence.
“So… You got any plans for tonight?” The voice asked.
‘I still don’t have a torchbearer, but let’s hope they’ve got something’. Lorenzo thought for a second, …show more content…

I will be there for her.” He requested, before looking to the three men and reminding them that they too must be on their way if they were to make it on time to the masquerade.
“I think I’ve got our perfect torchbearer now!” Lorenzo cried triumphantly, earning him a few smiles and awkward stares from the plaza.
As the sound of Launcelot’s clunky shoes grew smaller, Salarino, who has originally the last man to speak, was again quick to remind them of the time, warning them that they must get the preparations ready for tonight.
“Instead of returning here, meet us at Gratiano’s abode in an hour.” Lorenzo said.
“Sure thing!” replied Salarino. With that said, he and Solanio, the man with the raspy voice, made off over a bridge and into the districts.
“Wasn’t that pretty letter from Jessica?”
“Yes Gratiano” Lorenzo answered, he explained how Jessica had written to him to tell him about her situation in the Jew, Shylock’s, house. How she could escape, the treasure she owned and other interesting information on her father. Gratiano didn’t fully understand, so Lorenzo handed the beautifully crafted letter over to his friend. “Here, read over this while we travel, our torchbearer will be

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