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Per me si va ne la città dolente,
Per me si va ne l’etterno dolore,
Per me si va tra la perduta gente.
Giustizia mosse il mio alto fattore,
Fecemi la divina podestate, la somma sapïenza e ‘l primo amore.
Dinanzi a me non fuor cose create se non etterne, e io etterno duro.
Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch’intrate.

(Through me the way to the city of Woe.
Through me the way to everlasting pain.
Through me the way among the lost.
Justice moved my maker on high.
Divine power made me, wisdom supreme and primal love.
Before me nothing was but things eternal, and eternal I endure.
Abandon all hope, you who enter here.)

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Author: Mari Adkins

Appalachian gothic fiction writer - my works reflect a love of literature flavored by the darkness and magic residing in these ancient mountains. In my spare time, I'm a Simmer, I tumbl, I journal, but I always have a very strange sense of humor. I have lived away from the mountains and lived deep in the mountains. I currently live in Central Kentucky with my lifepartner and his cat. The mountains, their culture, their superstitions, their particular magics, will always be in my blood.