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... he ground was littered with the dead of three armies. The snow, falling in thick, silent flakes, was already beginning to cover the bodies, a gentle white shroud over a scene of obscene brutality. The air was cold, sharp, and heavy with the metallic tang of shed blood. Gaius Maximus and Lucilla stood ten paces apart, two solitary figures of power, their armies watching them in a tense, frozen silence from the slopes on either side.
Lucilla was the first to speak, her voice devoid of its ...
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