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... off the Tiber. The initial relief at the Parthian victory had long since evaporated, replaced by a deep and gnawing anxiety. Pertinax's dispatch, with its stark warning of a new, massive threat gathering in the north, lay on the great map table like a death sentence. The triumphant generals who had so recently celebrated their victory now stared at the map of the northern frontiers with the weary expressions of men facing a problem for which there was no easy solution.

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