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... y and horse sweat. In the sprawling stables of the Governor’s palace, a murky gloom clung to the rafters, broken only by the hazy shafts of light from a few scattered lanterns. Flaccus, Praetorian guard and unwilling conspirator, found his hands shaking as he cinched the final strap on his saddle. It was not from the cold. It was from the gnawing, acid terror that had been his constant companion since the Governor had summoned him.
Every shadow seemed to hold a pair of watching eyes. Eve ...
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