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... ving the towers and minarets the look of ships adrift on a silver sea. The low thump of water-pumps echoed from the lower quarters. Along the Mese, merchants raised their shutters to let out the stale air of night and let in the new: a morning filled with the metallic pulse of innovation, a day hammered on the anvil of power.
Constantine stood above it all, flanked by Valerius and Marcus, his gaze fixed on the waterfront. Smoke rose in ribbons from the foundries along the Golden Horn. Ev ...
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