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... s retina. His name... the name he calls himself is 'The Traveler.'
A chill, colder than any Danube winter, crept up his spine and settled in the base of his skull. He looked up from the dispatch, his eyes meeting those of the Speculatores officer. The man was a statue of professional discipline—lean, dusty from the road, his face a leather mask of impassivity—but he could not hide the flicker of unease in his gaze. He, too, understood the gravity of what he had carried across half the em ...
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