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... d as her capital, Kaia had transformed her war camp into a sprawling, open-air workshop. By day, the sharp, rhythmic clink-clink-clink of hammer on chisel echoed off the canyon walls as nomad apprentices learned the foreign art of cutting stone. By night, under the brilliant canopy of the desert stars, Roman architects drew complex diagrams of arches, aqueducts, and fortifications in the sand for a rapt audience of tribal chieftains. The captive Romans were not slaves. They were the faculty.
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