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... riverbank where traders still loaded cedar planks and salted pork. Constantine entered the city as winter’s breath gnawed at the Moselle. Cheers rose from the crowd-women waving branches, merchants flinging coins in thanks for the grain ships, even a gaggle of bishops bowing as his standard passed. He acknowledged them with the briefest lift of his hand. Applause, he knew, was as fleeting as weather. Better to command respect than to bask in it. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
By noon he ...
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