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... om, was thick with the scent of anxiety and expensive olive oil from the lamps. It was a space designed for secrets, its walls hung with heavy tapestries depicting the triumphs of Trajan, tapestries that seemed to absorb sound and swallow confidences. He had summoned only the essential pillars of his power.
Lucius Vorenus, the Praetorian Prefect, stood rigid and unmoving by the door, his hand resting instinctively on the hilt of his gladius. Across the polished oak table sat Aurelia Sabi ...
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