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... roken stones of the Praetorian camp. Smoke drifted over the city like incense from a grim altar, lingering above the charred walls and collapsed towers that had, for centuries, sheltered the ambitions of kingmakers. On the Palatine, clerks hurried through colonnades with slates and scrolls, the footsteps of a new regime echoing across ancient marble. Rome was learning the rhythm of a master who prized calculation over ceremony, and the people felt it in every decree.
Constantine’s eye ne ...
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