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... roring the mood of the men who watched it come. The air, usually filled with the familiar, comforting sounds of a Roman legion waking—the clatter of cook-pots, the rhythmic grunts of morning drills, the barked orders of NCOs—was instead thick with a strained, unnatural quiet. Men spoke in hushed tones, huddled around the embers of their night-fires, their eyes darting nervously towards the dark, brooding forests that marked the edge of the world.
Centurion Marcus Vipsanius, a man whose s ...
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