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... stones gleaming where the frost had receded. Constantine’s column wound south and east in disciplined silence. Each town they passed put on its best face-garlands strung from arches, Chi-Rho banners painted in hurried brushstrokes, choruses of children rehearsed to cheer. The emperor received every ovation with courteous brevity, nodding from his horse, his gaze never lingering on the performances. His mind tallied harvest stores and militia rosters, assessed bridge piers for rot, watched how t ...
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