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... plum. He was no longer the smug Praetorian who had left weeks ago. The journey had stripped him of his arrogance, replacing it with the gaunt, hollow-eyed paranoia of a hunted animal. Every snapping twig on the road south had sounded like a hidden archer, every distant column of smoke a signal fire announcing his position. He had followed Maximus’s instructions to the letter, the feint to the north, the mad dash through the forgotten forest trails. He had made it. He had succeeded. But the terro ...
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