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... gusta Vindelicorum, a room he now occupied. The heavy curtains were drawn, but they could not block out the sounds from the city square below—the rhythmic tramp of his legionaries’ boots, the rumble of heavy wagons, and the rising, angry murmur of a crowd. On the table before him lay the scroll from Lucilla, its elegant script a command for calculated cruelty. Strip the granaries... if the people starve, it will be a lesson...
Each word was a brand on his soul. He had spent his life as a ...
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